But I am getting ahead of myself.
Unbelievable week. I didn't think I was ever going to get the chance to do an entry. Everyone is going nuts at work and there is so much of it! Please, don't get me wrong, I like it busy, but there is a limit, even to my type A personality, to what I can take. And then to top things off, I could have sworn that today was really tomorrow, the 30th!
You know, it's hard, even with my children grown and out of the house, being a wife and mom. I wish I didn't work. I wish I could just stay at home and be a housewife. Funny how things work out. All I ever wanted as a kid growing up was to be a homemaker. I guess that makes me pretty pathetic by today's standards, but then, I am old too. I still have the "traditional" desires of home and charity functions and PTA, and, and, and, do you understand?
Well, I am at home now. It's cute here, in this temporary little apartment. I can't wait until we move though and I can paint and wallpaper the walls. It's that "putting my signature" on the place that I miss here. I guess if I was a street kid I would have been heavy into graffiti.
Keith is sitting reading the evening paper and of course I am at the 'puter. The place is quiet, as a home should be on a Friday night. Of course we will have the same conversation later, "What do you want to watch on the T.V.?" he will ask. "I dunno, what's on?" I will reply. "Not much." And then we will end up watching re-runs of Dallas. Well, Keith will. I will probably just read. I have been doing that all week. Usually I will knit and listen to the tube, but these last few days I have been too tired to do anything. Of course, Keith has been worrying. "Why aren't you 'sewing'?" He questions. "Cause I am just too darn tired!" I will reply. "Are you sure you are OK?" he questions. This is so common for us. See my craft page for further background on this little ritual.
Ah, and then there's dinner to consider. Well that is easy. It's Friday - pizza or TV dinners. I will have to go to the market tomorrow for next week. I usually cook one main meal that we piece from for most of the week. I usually punctuate that with another "quickie" of hot dogs, chili, or someother like junk food. By Friday we are out of selections and he is on his own. I love him dearly. He never expects more from me than I can give!
But that takes me back to what I was whining about earlier. I could give so much more if I just had the time. And the older I get, the more I don't do. The poor guy may starve to death by the time I am 50.
My oldest son just called. We were on the phone just long enough to get into an argument (30 seconds). I honestly don't know how to please him. He is a difficult, but wonderful man. But so difficult. I don't know where he get's it? I am the type that would rather walk over raw coals than engage in debate; he seems to thrive on it. I just hope that he will mellow as time goes on. I love him and it hurts me soooooo much. I just don't know what to do.
Well, my tummy is growling and I need a bath. I think I will close this and start the weekend. Thank God it is 3 days long! Because we take care of Pop, Saturday is pretty much shot and Sunday is taken up with cleaning and laundry. When we have 3 day weekends, well, Monday is all mine!
Journi
Copyright @ August 29, 1997 by Journi
