|
Posted in Unspecified
My home has changed. It's like a freak show. I need to run away.
At least for a night.
My beautiful living room is now the game room. It is filled with electronics, musical instruments, Wii, PlayStations and other assorted vile treats. It is filled with twenty-five year olds every night. I've had to come to terms that this is the way it will be for the next two years.
I told my younger son that he, his brother and their friends have to take care of my furniture in that room. Use coasters, sheets on my couch and keep that room clean. I was always so proud of that room, it had the same furniture in it for the past 20 years, but it never got used, so everything is in excellent condition. It was the one room that looked nice when you walked in the door.
We've always hung out in the family room where you can jump on the furniture, I don't care. It's the comfortable, kick back room. But, my living room was my nice room, the one room that I could put out my nice things and pretend I had money, lol.
Well, today I started to walk out the front door and looked over at my oak coffee table. There slapping me in the face was a horrible water stain, right smack in the middle of the table. Someone had put their full glass on the table instead of using a coaster and the condensation took the stain right off the wood and left a huge white spot. I freaked.. I yelled.. I threw things.. I tried to use lemon oil on it..
I gave up..
I called my husband and let him have it. No one was home, so I had to yell at someone. He just happened to be unlucky enough to be the one I got hold of.
He told me to calm down. I told him I don't want to. I want to be mad, I deserve to be mad. He told me there are worse things to be upset at.
OK..
I've decided not to care. They can do whatever they want in that room. I will not get upset, I will not nag, I will not clean or straighten up that room.
You know why?
Because when they both move out, I'm going to send all the furniture with them.
And then I'm going shopping..
If that isn't enough, my husband is going through a midlife crisis. He is now talking about selling his truck and buying a BMW. What the hell?
Where is my Jag??
Granted, his truck is a pile of crap, he's had it for 10 years. Ripped Vinyl seats, no air, no power steering, it's leaking oil badly. Yes, he needs another car, but a BMW?
So, he brings me to this used car lot and shows me one he found. Yes, it's a great deal for a used car, low miles, low monthly payments. Yes, I can't argue with all that. But, you should see the look in his eyes. He talks nonstop about it, about all that he'll do to it if he gets it. How we'll go for drives on weekends, go to champagne brunches, the wine country. I mean, I don't know where he will get the money for all this, but I don't think he's thought that far ahead yet.
Today after work, we get in his truck to go down the street to a movie. (The new James Bond movie) but we have to stop and get gas. While he's pumping the gas, this brand new, beautiful BMW pulls up to the pump in front of us. Out steps this beautiful girl with spiked heels, a short black dress and long flowing hair. Oh yeah, she has money and looks. There is my husband staring at her with his mouth hanging open. I give him *The look* and he tells me. "No! I'm looking at her BMW!"
Oh, ok. My mistake.
Sigh, I see trouble brewing ahead.
|
Oh dear help you if it is the "midlife' crisis. Mine is coming down a little off his "I wanna be young again" thing. It's kinda pathetic, lol. Mine went from a small sports car to a Harley..wth ?? And takes trips and rides like he's rich or something.
windy - 1:40 AM - 11/15/2008