Enough... of sorts...

Or maybe not nearly enough, because I haven't posted for almost a week.  I will start with the weekend, just me and Bubba and 6000 pounds of pollen - and me out in it.   (cough, hack, snort -- it ain't pretty).   Saturday we're up early ish or at least I am because the dogs have no idea of the difference between Saturday and Sunday when it comes to bladders and breakfast... yeah.

Bubba in his new obsession of 'working out' left at 8 something to return home pushing 11 - and while I was on the phone with Nana proceeded to have his tighty-whity-es firmly yanked into the cranky zone when I cracked 'he'd been gone for 4 hours.'.  OK 3 - its a JOKE - yeesh - discover your humor bone again Bubba.   Tired and cranky is SO a broken record in our house.

So we putz, decide that we will do the bi-annual we have coupons expiring let's go to Wal-Mart.  Now I usually do this alone and it makes me happy to ignore the UN of Rednecks at the Mart while shopping for this that and the other - but this time - I had company.   And company that 1) cannot ignore the mass of humanity surrounding him on a Saturday at the Mart and 2) cannot just buy something and move on - we have to shop and reshop... and double check the price. - on a Saturday-  at Wal-Mart - and I have coupons.   Frankly I'm still amazed the man didn't become breaking news as I stuffed him into display bin - so conveniently located in the middle of every freaking aisle at the Mart.... and then duct taped his butt in there - with a sign - new low price.   I won't mention where that happy face sticker would have gone.

Moving on - the last thing on our list is shoe laces for Bubba, now he has measured counted and written down all the information he needs - we head to the shoe department, ask for assistance because for some reason, shoe strings weren't readily seen - we later discovered them tucked in an end cap by the party supplies on the edge of the shoe department.  Apparently laces are the red-headed step children of the Shoe department and must be kept separate from the shoes - less they have a bad influence on those 2 dollars Ked wanna be's and make those laces quiver in fear of being replace.  Apparently I need lunch - we'll blame low blood sugar on that bit of foolishness... 

So -  now we face the dreaded checkout - which wasn't as dreaded as it could be on  Saturday.  We get out to the car, and discuss lunch.  Bubba then says let's head to Peruvian chicken place he knows about. OK.... we get there - and - hey... it's good, the options tasty - enjoyed by both.  Then home, unload the goodies and I got laundry started, cleaned the kitchen... Bubba watched hockey and did - something.

Sunday - Easter Sunday.   We did yard work, as usual, I pulled weeds, Bubba got dirt and mulch and proceeded to "help" by doing his usual half assed job then leaving the rest to me.  Now in a bit of funny... I told Bubba that if you put down newspaper before the new mulch it keeps the weeds down.   I have done this alone - with only 1/8th the amount of hassle I had WITH Bubba.   He laid down - or tried to all the newspaper but didn't think to - you know - anchor it.  With like dirt and old mulch and do a bit at the time.... on a windy day.   Instead he lays down all this news paper, over lapping and trying to make this puzzle piece configuration to cover every blipping square inch of dirt -  and then along comes a big gust of wind --- and he's chasing newspaper down the street.

(snicker)  Then he grumps at me stating "this is a giant pain in the ass".  (snort)  The man is lucky I didn't run inside boot up my computer and blog all this right then and there.   But no - I restrained myself, chewed the inside of my lip until I think I tasted blood and proceeded to chase him away.  15 minutes later I had it done.  Yes there were gaps between the newspaper but it was all covered with new mulch and will help keep 90% of the weeds down.   Now I ask you what was so freaking hard about that?  90% solution Bubba Butthead - you don't have to have it all 100% all of the time - life my man simple doesn't work that way...

The rest of my day was spent ironing, laundry and dessert prep for going next door to dinner.  Which was nice, hosted with Neighbor Mom, all was good.  Home at an almost reasonable hour - plopped on the couch and was sound asleep an hour later.

Monday was a Monday up too early, Bubba is now sleeping in a bit, so allowing me time to get things rolling before he gets in the way.... less talking that way too... went to my meeting, tried hard not to nod off - got home and did... nod off.

Tuesday - repeat same with phone call from carpooler not making it in early - drove alone - since I was already up, dressed and with makeup - figured WTH.

The rest of week is going to be quiet - Gov boss out until Thursday I'm in Ohio all weekend... yeah.... Up side ---- what stories I will have to tell on the mess of my house when I get home Sunday....

I may drink while I test.