I’m annoyed.

With work, kids, the husband, food trucks, & life. With hectic schedules & never enough time & stress over paying bills. [But seriously, why are bills a thing? Can’t we just go back to a system of bartering?] With wanting to do more in this space & I can’t because again – why are bills a thing? With starting posts & never finishing them because I a) get interrupted or 2) feel like I’m an Olympic gold medalist in whining. [Which means there is a solid chance this post won’t ever see the light of day.] I’m annoyed with those first five pounds, because they’re always the ones that come back when PMS hits.

I’m also annoyed with newer Ford Mustangs because I loathe┬átheir turn signals.

I’m also annoyed with cleaning, boys & the fact that they’re so dirty, laundry, & library fines. [When Butter is President, this First Mama is going to gently guide him to his first legislation. And by gently, I mean I don’t care how old he is, I will threaten to ground him & take Skylanders away if he doesn’t do away with money & reinstate bartering as a thing.]

I’m annoyed a large chunk of my friends aren’t immediately available for me to express these annoyances to, because they live so far away. [Bear is already working on teleportation for us.]

I hate that my baby is starting Pre-K in the Fall. I can’t stand that the school system wants to label my bright & curious boy in a quest to get him on medication to calm the busy mind that is always questioning, always coming up with a great idea, & just wants so much to please people. I abhor that my soft hearted child is made to feel bad about his sensitivity because that isn’t what boys do.

I’m annoyed that Comic Sans is still a thing.

But even after this list of annoyances [many which are foolish & likely because I have been awake since 3AM!], I love the people I am surrounded by. Because even when they annoy me . . . I know they do it with love.

Why We Don’t Celebrate Valentine’s Day

As I said in my last post, M & I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day.

We met in a restaurant. When we were dating, we both worked in restaurants. He has since gone back to working in restaurants while I hold down the fort at [right now] three jobs. Valentine’s Day never fit into our schedule, to be perfectly honest. We celebrated once, with a date to see Hitch in the theater.

I have never been a flowers kind of girl. He does bring me flowers on occasion, but I honestly don’t like roses. I prefer daisies or wildflowers. I like chocolate, but M doesn’t need a special day to buy it for me. [Really, M. You can buy me chocolate whenever you want. I won’t disown you for it.] And let’s be real . . . this is an historically accurate presentation of what happened to Saint Valentine. [Disclaimer: a friend of mine made this last year, so it was kind of cool seeing it on social media again this year.]

Happy (historically accurate) Valentine’s Day!

When we moved to Delaware, I wasn’t a baseball fan. I quietly read while M soaked in being able to watch the Phillies play without needing to go a sports bar. I have my husband’s desire to watch the sport & Chase Utley’s rear end to thank for my love of baseball. [I am nothing if not honest.] I went to my first game in August of 2005 & I haven’t looked back.

Like I said, M works in a restaurant. It was a given once he got back in to that life that we would never be able to spend February 14 together, and truly, I don’t care. I think that’s the year he finally came up with the idea to celebrate Pitchers & Catchers Report Day. And I love it. We usually buy each other a some kind of a card, tear out the mushy stuff inside [if it’s a Valentine’s card], then write a quip about baseball. In 2012, he bought me a sympathy card that said, “With deepest sympathy” on the front. The inside read, “To the other teams in baseball.” That was probably the year I bought him a baseball shaped birthday card & crossed out the happy birthday to write something about baseball inside of it.

We are weird. We know it & embrace it.

This year, we celebrated a day early. I got him tickets to see Alton Brown. He bought me a Disney Infinity character that Butter thanked ME for buying for HIM.

I still rocked out cards for Butter’s class. Their party is tomorrow, I think, thanks to the snow.

Happy Baseball season everyone!

The Struggle Redux

The struggle to not complain when my husband has to work nights, weekends, holidays, and even in inclement weather is real.

My name is Trinity, and I am a restaurant widow.

Please don’t think I’m about to complain about not being able to celebrate Valentine’s Day with my husband. The truth is, he & I celebrated Valentine’s Day exactly once [we saw Hitch in theaters a few months after I moved in with him] & quickly realized it’s not a holiday for us. I don’t care about candy & flowers, & I think he mostly just appreciates that I don’t care about candy & flowers. We celebrate Pitchers & Catchers Report Day [incidentally, that’s today], but that’s a story for another blog post.

But I do get a little miffed when the weather sucks, everyone else is home, a state of emergency has been declared, the mall is closed, & the National Guard has been called out & M still has to go in to work.

Gee, can you guess what happened today?

I was thrilled when the restaurant broadcast a message via their scheduling system that they’d be closed for lunch, & pretty excited that M said he didn’t have a “big” station tonight, so he thought he would be able to stay home if they opened for dinner. They opened at five & he was called in after spending 2.5 hours shoveling our driveway.

So I flipped out a little. Okay, a lot. Look, I love my husband, but this kind of thing never really bothered me before we had children. The last time we had a bad winter, he was the assistant GM at a restaurant & had to go in because the GM lived in New Jersey. I threw a fit then, too. What I’m saying is I worry about his safety.

For the record, I told him to go in tonight after I freaked out. It’s a short month & we have a lot of bills. [Remember The Leak?] Only after I maybe yelled a lot while he was on the phone with his boss. And only after he told me that, out of 25 people on the schedule tonight, four had agreed to come in.

The roads were clear when he went in. I was more worried about what it’s doing now [thunder snow!] & what it’s supposed to do as the hour gets later. He dropped me a text when he got there, then again a little while ago. Apparently they got slammed with people. Which is good for us, I suppose. I just wish he didn’t have to be on the road, which is going to get worse as the night goes on, with other people. Because when it comes down to it, it’s not that I don’t trust his ability to drive. I just don’t trust anyone else on the road.

If your spouse had to work during this storm, how did you handle it?