A quick post before I go on a search mission for D9, who has not called or explained her whereabouts. D6 is sitting next to me, eating cheddar chex mix and I'm a little annoyed. Just got home from work and need to post.
I'm still fish sober. Go me!
On my way home, I realized that I had not talked to Mr. MLC (he's related to the oil change sticker guy). So I called his work number and got a message that he's not in the office today.
So I called his cell. You see, Phone Betsey had to make some contact with the alien and be happy about it and monitor progress. Well, Mer, I think you're on to something but I must say I wasn't at all pleased with one aspect of the convo.
He answered, sounding like he was about ready to have a heart attack. Country music blaring in the background. Smiley, phone fake me says, "Oh, wow, you answered! What's going on at work today?"
"Oh, that. I took a half day to clean the old apartment. It's been miserable. It took me 2 hours to clean the oven and stove alone, and another to get through the fridge. (I guess his Flylady cleaning routine is not helping?)
Then if things couldn't get worse, my mop broke. I've spent the past couple hours scrubbing floors on my knees."
Ok, I laughed out loud on that one (the mere visual is worth it), and oddly enough, he was laughing too. Then he asked me what time it was. I told him.
He blurted, "Oh, crap, I've got to get myself cleaned up. So and so (name I do not know) called and they need me to sub for their bowling league. His back went out."
Note: All of his friends are younger than he is or near the same age. Why are they all like a bunch of geriatric men, with their gout problems, slipped disks, bad backs, etc.?
I commented in a nice voice, "Wow, sounds like you're a vital person. I guess it's a good thing to be needed."
It must have been the wrong thing to say, although I don't think he realized this. He then launched into a monologue that I didn't appreciate very much:
"I'm so tired. All I want to do is sit on the couch and watch TV and relax. But it just never happens, and I'm sick of it!"
Well, it was all I could do to muster enough happy energy to reply, "I know what you mean."
God must have known what he was doing, because one of our cells cut out on us at that very moment. He must have tried to call me back, because it went right to voicemail. I also tried to call him back and had the same thing. He left me a message saying bye and told me to try him back if I really needed to talk. Otherwise, he had to head out.
At first I was miffed that Mr. Selfish is still stuck in Self-Centeredville--feeling sorry that he's not having more "me time". He lives without the girls all week long. How hard can that be? I realize that being depressed is a big energy drain, so I'm cutting him some slack (but I really don't want to).
So on the rest of my trip home it dawned on me... and I hope to goodness this is dawning on him. One of his chief complaints at home was that 'nobody' allowed him to have time to himself to plop on the couch and veg out.
The good news? I am NOT the reason he doesn't get what he wants! HE IS!
The question is: How does someone uninspired to learn (like him) understand the reality of his TV picture?
Sign me,
Spiderman's new best friend
"There are only 2 ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle."
