Monday

OK – I survived the weekend – sort of.  Saturday was, in fact, dedicated to some cleaning.  But mostly there was a trip to the place where we *think* we might be getting new cabinets to replace the ones that were put in our 1978 house in 1978.  Hubby are I are going through an arguing phase, which is largely being triggered by me going through menopause and getting on the side of 50 that simply says, “Do not let people speak to you disrespectfully anymore.”  This is causing conflict.  My need to talk it out is causing conflict.  His desire to have a root canal rather than talk it out is causing conflict.  We also went to Costco and moved 17 boxes of bamboo flooring from Costco to truck and from truck to garage.  This likely triggered the back problem that followed on Sunday. 

Sunday – not much better.  The entire morning was spent cleaning and I managed to royally throw my back out.  I think by the time the husband realized how bad it was, the day was pretty much shot.  I managed to kill some of the pain with alcohol, but that didn’t stick.  So by bedtime it was muscle relaxers and a heating pad.  Remind me to replace it – I think it’s also from 1978.  

Back was stiff this morning, but not bad enough to keep me from getting in the car and heading for my private office.  I thought I had the day pretty much free to get caught up with things, but that went to hell in a hand basket thanks to a 3.5 hour meeting that started at 11:30 and went to 3pm.  My corporate partners were exhausted, and I’m not sure what, if anything got resolved.  Add to that the fact that we received a 37 page double-sided appeal to an appeal of an unemployment claim by a person who is increasingly revealing him/herself to have a major personality disorder, and we have a pretty typical Monday.

So – lest this become a blog of complaints, I must also give thanks.  The back is better.  My inbox has less than 100 unread messages.  We got 2 checks in the mail today.  I got a hamburger for dinner – so no cooking or cleaning up after.  

News today:  Burger King is trying to buy Tim Horton’s doughnuts and now the news says we should call for a Burger King boycott!   The private lives of Bob and Maureen McDonnell (Bob being former Governor of Virginia) are being now shown coast to coast on the CBC evening news.  Well, good news is that my marriage isn’t in that state.  Big quake in Napa today – biggest in 25 years.  Someone needs to design shelves that hold wine bottles in place when buildings rock from side to side.  Also, NEWS – kids who don’t sleep enough don’t do very well in school.  Duh.  Turn off the TV, kill the social media, stop drinking Red Bull and Mountain Dew, and make these kids go to bed at a decent hour.  I am old.  What do I know?

Also on the plus side – it’s August 25th and the temp didn’t break 80 today.  Of course, mid-90’s will return, but this is really nice. 

Let’s see what Tuesday looks like….

Weekends in 2014

Just documenting here what a typical weekend might look like for me these days.  It’s changed a lot.

Saturdays are dedicated to all things cleaning – though I’m trying so hard to get away from that.  Despite my ability to pay for help, the husband refuses it and thus I’ve been living in a situation where Saturdays are dedicated to cleaning the house from stem-to-stern, washing clothes and such.  From that point on, the level of cleanliness begins to decay.  This is fine with hubby who is far less OCD than I am – and definitely borderline hoarder.  But since I’m the one working 10-14 hours a day, I really have to give way on what I’d prefer here.  What I’d LIKE is to have household help a couple of times a week to clean it and even cook a couple of meals.

This is not going to happen.

A complicated life

I live, by all accounts, a complicated life.  Always have, always will I suppose.  I’ve blogged on and off for several years – some under my real name and others, like this one, by pseudonym.

As my real-life online presence continues to grow, I seek some anonymity with this blog as I intend to put down thoughts here that may or may not be well-received by others.  Of course, it is from such compost that life and truth actually emerge in the printed word. 

This is a blog about the life of a 21st century woman.  It is my story.  My handiwork.  My artistic expression of the forces within and around me.  It’s not always pretty.  Sometimes it is magnificent.

Some basics:

  • Abandoned at birth and raised in a middle-class family with a mother who had serious mental illness
  • Watched my brother nearly lose his life to drugs and alcohol growing up
  • Was given every opportunity to excel – and I did.  But was also given restrictions that no sane person could live with
  • Married too early, made a baby too early, and divorced young
  • Baby I made has had a life scarred and nearly destroyed by bipolar disease.
  • Lived something of a wild life during the 80s
  • Settled down with husband #2 – this one has stuck for 25 years
  • Survived while my son sank into madness – nearly taking us all with him
  • Found part of my birth family – with nothing but good outcomes there
  • Played a major role in raising my first grandson – the others I am unable to see as I am deemed dangerous by my son …. well, more about that
  • Held many jobs, hold many degrees, now at the pinnacle of success by all measures – owning a rapidly expanding company
  • Surviving peri-menopause – and having a lot of trouble over the past couple of years regulating my own moods
  • Dreaming of stepping off the treadmill, getting out of the rat race – whatever you want to call it.  But I can’t yet.  Too much invested in where I am – I have to at least get back my investment to date.

In sum – typical of the struggles of many women my age with big careers and big personal expectations.  Looking back at a life lived largely to make other people happy and wondering if I’m going to live long enough to do what I want to do – which I can’t even identify anymore.