The kids were out of school last week for Fall Break and it was crazy around here.
I’ve had kids nearly 24/7 and no lovah for 3 weeks.
In addition, my wifi has been down. Now Stanley did little around here before our divorce, but he did take care of our computer issues. He loves computers and often had them stacked on top of each other and was always in the process of rebuilding one of them.
You know, he did all of that useful stuff while I did kids, homework, laundry, fed people, grocery shopped, cleaned up, took care of the dog, etc.
I really haven’t missed his help much since he left because he didn’t do much. I didn’t miss him for sexual satisfaction at all, didn’t miss his help around the house, didn’t miss his help with kids, but I do miss his help when there is a computer glitch.
My wifi is everything to me. I do clinical notes at home, blog, and reading recaps of Homeland and American Horror Story requires internet people. Not to mention my Bubble Witch habit.
When it’s down,
So last weekend, I was sure it was the extender for the router. I was on my own, but damn it, I’m the man and so I hightailed it up to Best Buy and bought myself a new Extender. I installed that sucker while making potato soup, rolling laundry, declogging clogged drains and cleaning out the refrigerator.
It helped a tiny bit. The tiniest.
I did not want to call the beer monkey because he was doing beer monkey stuff at a local homebrew festival.
I did most of my actual work at the crash pad this week when Stanley was on because it was not consistent here. I’ve been about ready to pull my hair out. Finally Friday, back on for the weekend, I took myself back up to the dreaded Best Buy and bought myself a new router.
Finally, wifi! Aaaahhhhh.
My long distance relationship/now engagement is still stupid.
Al and I have had a long break between visits due to kid schedules and finances. We ended up having quite a glitch a week ago when trying to decide when we could visit again. I didn’t quite realize (because he hadn’t quite told me) that the schedule was so messed up because of kid time.
I’m like, “why didn’t you tell me this was such a problem?”
and he’s all like,
“Because I was trying to handle it before you knew there was a problem!”
and I’m all like,
“But you need to make me a part of the process! I hate this!”
and he’s all like,
“I’m sorry, I’m used to fixing things all by myself!”
and I’m all like,
“SO am I! I don’t need a hero, I need a partner!”
(although hero’s are nice, don’t get me wrong.)
Then we have been trying to plan for the wedding which is tricky because money is always tight and these trips aren’t cheap. I had a good case of the relationship fade already but we decided to delay the visit a week in favor of a cheaper plane ticket. I went to bed a tearful mess. because as we all know, I don’t handle the distance well. I start thinking that it isn’t that special, I forget what it is like to have him here, I second guess our communication processes because it is hard to manage via text or phone.
Generally, I get really funky. I don’t want to talk on the phone, I text back less.
Before I went to sleep, I had decided to tell him that if we didn’t see each other soon there wouldn’t be a wedding because of my limitations in coping with the distance. I would rather put the money toward seeing each other often than have an expensive wedding.
We are old anyway.
By the time I woke up in the morning he had already bought a ticket for the sooner date having come to the same conclusion himself. Al will be here Thursday – Sat this week. It will have been almost a month and that was a visit when I was on with kids and we spent not one minute alone together. It’s showing. At this point I am just hoping we still like each other on Thursday.
I would be the worst military wife in the whole world.