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dragonlady7I'm trying to focus on positive things today. Yesterday evening I skived off roller derby practice for the first time in ages, because of my health insurance woes and also the fact that the roads were like ice skating rinks and I don't ice skate. So we sat at home pretending we were snowed in. I roasted some carrots and some squash and we finished the leftover meatloaf and it was all rosy. Chita was calm, domestic, even snuggly-- though she always snuggles with Z, not with me, boo-hoo. Unlike the previous evening, wherein I had run around the house in my underpants, brandishing a mousie on a string so Chita would chase it and wear herself out, and had offered to take my top off so Z could help me make a hilarious video of "topless blonde plays with pussy", har har.
Anyway.
No dice; Z wasn't amused.
(It would so be a YouTube meme in no time.) Watch, someone is going to steal my idea.
Last night she was not active at all, and I naievely assumed that this meant she was still tired from the night before. But no.
This morning at 5 am she demonstrated very effectively that she has got her voice back. And at 5:05, and at 5:15, and at 5:30 (she gave me a mini demo on the use of her claws at that time too, someone is getting a trim tonight), and at 5:37, and at 5:45-5:49 unceasingly, and so on. I finally got up at 6:15, and went into the kitchen to make beef stew.
The kitchen was a mess. I did all the dishes this weekend, leaving behind only a frying pan, but somehow, it only being Wednesday, both sinks are full, the counters are full, the stove top is covered in dirty dishes. I do not know how this happened.
So I was very angry for a few moments, but calmed down, neatly stacked and recombined the dishes so that they could be in just one pile on the counter, washed the dishes I needed, and used them, and then washed them again. Then I cleaned the cat litter box and got ready to take out the garbage. I wasn't going to really take out the garbage in my underwear at 7 am when it's 20 degrees out, but I put it all together to be ready to take out.
I was very annoyed through all of this, though calm. I did two dishwasher-loads and two sink-loads of dishes this weekend, while Z was napping; he then loaded the dishwasher and ran it one more time, and seems to think we're even. I did three loads of laundry, dried them, folded them, distributed them. I did this and that and this and that and spent a bit of the morning brooding over how I had resolved *not* to do this, not to get up extra-early and spend an hour at a time doing housework while Z slept, because it only adds to his feeling that he does just as much as me and whines less, because this makes the work I *do* do much less apparent. So I haven't been doing things in the mornings; I've been trying to only do housework while he is doing housework. The result is that the place is a disaster. But. But! We haven't been fighting over it. And I've gotten a lot more writing done.
So brooding over it doesn't do much. I'm trying to be proactive, to suggest ahead of time when *we* might take the time to work on things, etc. I'm also trying to remind myself of all the mess I generate. Most of the clutter in the house is my stuff. I leave things around. I don't pick up after myself. Etcetera, etcetera.
Mostly it was just depressing, but at least I'm not in a foul mood and stomping around muttering curses.
I also spent several hours yesterday raptly reading back issues of Savage Love, partly because of its reprehensibility. (Though, I admit, I agree with him probably more than half the time, so it's not as reprehensible as some columns. I just want to know how I get that kind of sweet gig.) And having read all that...
Man, you know, while I feel a little left out that I don't seem to have any weird kinks, and worse still, Z doesn't have any weird kinks that I can gamely indulge to prove my GGGness [I mean, maybe he has them, but he won't admit them to me, which means I can't gamely indulge them], feeling left out over the complete lack of awfulness in your life is probably a good way to feel.
I should make this worthwhile, however, by including the beef stew recipe. But I don't have the recipe for dumplings with me, so I will have to reserve that for later, or, failing that, go back later and find the post where I know I've already posted this. (No! It was an Artvoice column I wrote! Hm, I'd better go find that instead.)
Anyway.
No dice; Z wasn't amused.
(It would so be a YouTube meme in no time.) Watch, someone is going to steal my idea.
Last night she was not active at all, and I naievely assumed that this meant she was still tired from the night before. But no.
This morning at 5 am she demonstrated very effectively that she has got her voice back. And at 5:05, and at 5:15, and at 5:30 (she gave me a mini demo on the use of her claws at that time too, someone is getting a trim tonight), and at 5:37, and at 5:45-5:49 unceasingly, and so on. I finally got up at 6:15, and went into the kitchen to make beef stew.
The kitchen was a mess. I did all the dishes this weekend, leaving behind only a frying pan, but somehow, it only being Wednesday, both sinks are full, the counters are full, the stove top is covered in dirty dishes. I do not know how this happened.
So I was very angry for a few moments, but calmed down, neatly stacked and recombined the dishes so that they could be in just one pile on the counter, washed the dishes I needed, and used them, and then washed them again. Then I cleaned the cat litter box and got ready to take out the garbage. I wasn't going to really take out the garbage in my underwear at 7 am when it's 20 degrees out, but I put it all together to be ready to take out.
I was very annoyed through all of this, though calm. I did two dishwasher-loads and two sink-loads of dishes this weekend, while Z was napping; he then loaded the dishwasher and ran it one more time, and seems to think we're even. I did three loads of laundry, dried them, folded them, distributed them. I did this and that and this and that and spent a bit of the morning brooding over how I had resolved *not* to do this, not to get up extra-early and spend an hour at a time doing housework while Z slept, because it only adds to his feeling that he does just as much as me and whines less, because this makes the work I *do* do much less apparent. So I haven't been doing things in the mornings; I've been trying to only do housework while he is doing housework. The result is that the place is a disaster. But. But! We haven't been fighting over it. And I've gotten a lot more writing done.
So brooding over it doesn't do much. I'm trying to be proactive, to suggest ahead of time when *we* might take the time to work on things, etc. I'm also trying to remind myself of all the mess I generate. Most of the clutter in the house is my stuff. I leave things around. I don't pick up after myself. Etcetera, etcetera.
Mostly it was just depressing, but at least I'm not in a foul mood and stomping around muttering curses.
I also spent several hours yesterday raptly reading back issues of Savage Love, partly because of its reprehensibility. (Though, I admit, I agree with him probably more than half the time, so it's not as reprehensible as some columns. I just want to know how I get that kind of sweet gig.) And having read all that...
Man, you know, while I feel a little left out that I don't seem to have any weird kinks, and worse still, Z doesn't have any weird kinks that I can gamely indulge to prove my GGGness [I mean, maybe he has them, but he won't admit them to me, which means I can't gamely indulge them], feeling left out over the complete lack of awfulness in your life is probably a good way to feel.
I should make this worthwhile, however, by including the beef stew recipe. But I don't have the recipe for dumplings with me, so I will have to reserve that for later, or, failing that, go back later and find the post where I know I've already posted this. (No! It was an Artvoice column I wrote! Hm, I'd better go find that instead.)
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Date: 2008-01-24 02:43 pm (UTC)http://artvoice.com/issues/v6n35/fall_guide/good_eats_for_cold_weather