Had the open house today with a decent amount of folks.
Got an email where my former spouse was unnecessarily petty. It upset me, like a wasp buzzing around me. I started feeling indignant and sent a single sentence reply of how I had met my obligation. I started to think of how I could vent.. write here, call someone.
I stopped. I laughed. His insults in emails are par for the course when he's miffed. That's normal.
Just another reminder why it's good that I'm no longer in a relationship with this guy.
Gypsy - I know that the house is a HUGE deal - congrats on getting it listed and having an open house. That is on Life's list of major stresses, you know
Hope everything else in life is going well - still volunteering at the hospital?
Donna.. you mean a house on the market a major life stress? Sheesh.. who knew. No wonder it was so damn tough! Add a divorce and death of my father all within the same year and I'm doing pretty good.
A funny thing..
So often women complain of men leaving the toilet seat up after experiencing that middle of the night half asleep pee only to be rudely awakened by a sploosh of their bums in the toilet bowl.
Last night I had the opposite problem. With the house on the market I've kept everything neat, including keeping all the toilet seats down when I leave the house. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled out of bed without turning on any lights in the wee dark hours. As I was lowering o'er the throne my mind issued an alert that my bladder dismissed. ACK.. I started peeing on the CLOSED lid. I sprung up, cursing not knowing whether to clean it up or flip the top open and finish my business.
Yuck.. so cold and dribbly. Then wiping clean the toilet followed by really cleaning only to notice my jammies were adored with tiny splatters. I finally went to bed fully awake with clean pajamas, clean bathroom and the toilet lid UP.
Having experienced both the sploosh and the spray, I say a splash on the ass is much better than the alternative.
ROTFLMAO! That was one of the habits I got into at one time -- putting both the lid and the seat down. Looking back in hindsight, maybe it was somewhat passive-aggressive of me, but it used to rile my xW to no end. I'd shrug my shoulders and calmly say, "Hey, at least I put the seat down."
S17 wanted to know what I was laughing so hard about last night. I told him your story with a bit of the background as to why women want the seats down and men don't seem to understand. I think he has a better understanding of the whole "mess" now! LOL
kat
Me-53(and learning!) S24, S21, D18, D17 Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming. Dory
I'm glad my toilet caper brought a laugh. It was pretty funny.
Now.. how the FRICK do I get an old shower head off? Is it brute force? I've tried pliers and a regular wrench. I don't have one of those super duper heavy duty ones the size of a small child like plumbers use.
Help!
Oh yeah.. and I think there should be a category here called "Living Beyond Divorce" cause that sounds like the next step toward healthy living where life is about growth and moving forward, taking the actions of former spouses in stride rather than as malevolent behavior directed solely at us. If they're nasty, it's because part of them has always been nasty. It's just a new experience, and/or we're too raw to see beyond our own hurt.
