I'll Just Blame Doug

I got sun burnt today.  I forgot sunscreen when Alexa and I went to Andrew's baseball game, and then again when we went to the pool.  I keep sunscreen in my pool bag, so I never forget it.  However- because of Doug- I took the sunscreen out of my pool bag.  It's his fault.

See- it goes like that.  In the summer time- Doug is super boring.  He does not do a good job entertaining me.  He's what we refer to as, a "Twelve Month Employee," which means he does not have the summers off, like a typical teacher.  The school system has summer hours of Monday- Thursday 7:30- 5:30.  He leaves in the morning- when it's my quiet time and there's still no talking to me.  And when he comes home, he's been around people all day and wants to have his quiet time.  While I hate that he wants his quiet time- I get it. I need quiet time when I get home from school too.  However, while I get it- it doesn't mean I like that he doesn't entertain me,  and because I get bored after long days of being with my kids.  L O N G days of being with them, I tend to leave for extended times to visit people.  In summers past, I took Andrew and Alexa, and would go visit people.  But this summer Andrew is too cool for me, so Alexa and I have been to visit.  I just got back from my parents's house- where I packed my sunscreen in a backpack.  See how this is Doug's fault?  He has a job, he doesn't want to entertain me when he gets home from working 10 hours, I took the sunscreen with me in a different bag, and he probably distracted me when I was unpacking, which prevented me from putting the sunscreen back in it's proper place, and that's how I forgot the sunscreen, which lead to me getting sun burnt.  

If only this was the end of Doug's list of troubles he caused. But because I was sun burnt, I wasn't thinking clearly or able to problem solve.

Since Alexa and I went to the pool, and realized upon getting there, that we didn't have sunscreen- we didn't stay as long as she would have liked.  So, she was a little frustrated with me- I mean her Dad- because this is all his fault.  When we got home, I watered my flower pots, and realized that the hibiscus DOUG bought me for Mother's Day has apparently been a delicious meal for some deer traipsing through my yard.  Well, because I was so annoyed with the dang deer (that Doug lured to our yard),  I was more short tempered than usual with the stupid hose.  I swear there is almost nothing more annoying than a water hose.  I was working myself up into a Grade A Temper with that dumb hose! By the time I got inside, I was sweaty and flustered.

So, to recap: Doug has a job, needs quiet time, I'm needy, and don't unpack thoroughly, so the sunscreen wasn't in the right spot, and now my shoulders and face are sun burnt.  And there you have it people!  If you work hard enough, you can blame your husband for everything!  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Wedded Bliss . . . Ten Years Later

Image
Yep.  Doug and I have been married TEN years!!!!  Can you believe that?  Well- not quite ten years, yet.  On Thursday- April 7- it'll be TEN years!!!!  And I am pretty sure we still love each other. I know I still love Doug and quite honestly- how could he not love me?  I am never a pill and always a delight.  In honor of our almost anniversary- I am including a copy of the email I sent my mother raving about him, after our first date- with hardly no editing and only a few comments in parenthesis.  Enjoy: Mom!!!! (I loved exclamation points way back then, too)   I went out tonight with a guy from school.  He's a teacher.  (let me clarify that I was also a teacher).   He's not married (thank goodness) and he's SUPER nice.  He's an Agriculture Education teacher- think Future Farmer's of America (uhhh- ok?!!)  But, anyway, he sat with me at the football game the other night, and tonight after cheerleading practice (I was the cheerleading coach my first year te
Read more

A True Artiste

A True Artiste Alexa has been working to improve the artistic presentation of her temper tantrums the last several days.   She must be like her Aunt Kelly and won’t stop working until her art is exactly the way wants it and completely perfect.   And lucky for her, she feels like she has had many opportunities to perfect her craft: the door wouldn’t stay open, I opened the bag, her friend touched her, her teacher had to go to the restroom, etc.   A month ago, she liked to pitch herself backwards when she pitched her fits.   However, she discovered that that method is painful.   So then she altered, and would pitch herself forward, it took her a few tries to figure out, she has to make sure she can’t throw her head forward too, because then she crashes it on the floor and that too, hurts.   Here are some samples of what she’s currently trying out.   (I would turn my speakers down- as you don’t want to hear the accompanying sound effects.) I am thinking of helping her out and utilizing
Read more

Let Me Count the 13 Ways . . .

Today is mine and Doug's 13th anniversary. As we were sitting at dinner I was thinking, "Man is this night a LOT different than this night 13 years ago." Here are 13 ways my life is different than 13 years ago. 1. My muscle tone- particularly around the midsection. 2.  My hair which has more grey, but yet it is still so much better!  ("wisdom" and vanity cause me to spend ridiculous amounts of money on hair products- more than I spend on clothes) 3. I fed a small person ravioli's, while they wiggled and jostled next to me in the booth, and dropped forks with spaghetti sauce on my pants- tonight. 4.  I am relearning elementary school math.  I think I've got the hang of fractions now. 5. I know Disney Channel characters.  I am able to tell what show either of my children is watching- from another room, just by the voices of the characters 6. My friends are now made at my kids extra curricular events, not at work, not at the gym, not doing a hobby.
Read more