Sunday is NOT Funday around here!

So today's bitch session is not so much about the husband (BELIEVE IT OR NOT!), but instead, the kids. (OK, with a little bit of the husband in there, too..) It rained all weekend. And when I say rained, I mean our backyard looked like the Thames. It RAINED. So of course, that locks us all in one small little house for WAY too many hours.
So Saturday, I come up with this great idea: It's getting warmer, and the kids are getting bigger, so since we are stuck inside, let's pull out ALL THE CLOTHES in their room(s) and try them all on and decide what to keep, what to donate and what to throw out. Then we will also know what we need to buy, right?
So that went ok.. I guess.. Basically, no help whatsoever from the husband, but the kids at least humored me by trying stuff on for about 3/4 of the way through the pile. (Which actually, was farther than I THOUGHT they would go!) So that left me to sort, fold and put away the rest of all summer and winter clothes for 2 kids. Suffice it to say, that was Saturday. ALL of Saturday.
So this morning, I notice that while I was folding and sorting, the kids decided it meant free reign for messing up the REST of the house. So I ask them to clean. Yeah, yeah, yeah I get.. Husband goes in there and distracts them for about 30 minutes, so I kick him out and asked again. They pick up a few things, then start watching TV. I got back 30 minutes later, no progress. I bribe them will a shopping trip, they get excited, clean for about 10 minutes, go back to playing.
So basically, that was my ENTIRE DAY. Trying to get them to clean ONE FREAKIN ROOM. And it's STILL not done. Their Dad tried to actually take them shopping, but I stopped it, however, it still doesn't make a difference. I just want to SCREAM. And where was hubby during all of this, you ask? HE PLAYED VIDEO GAMES FOR THREE HOURS STRAIGHT.
AUGH>>>>>!!!!! I am so frustrated I can barely speak. I am going to have to figure out a way to make the kids understand that no matter what DADDY does, when Mommy says do something or you don't get something, SHE MEANS IT. Unfortunately, it looks like this will take a while, and patience has NEVER been in my volcabulary, and I still choke even writing the @#O$*# word down. Sigh. Going to get a well deserved? needed? used? glass of wine. Back later. Perhaps.

Hey Folks.. I am back.. Sorry for the disappearance. Got real sick over the weekend, and just checked out for a while. Let me catch ya up. NOTHING is going on. Sad, isnt it? Well, I guess nothing might be a slight exaggeration.. I have been working - which is good on one hand, as I am earning $$. Not that I've SEEN any of it yet, but its money nonetheless. On the other hand, I have been really slacking at keeping all the balls in the air - as my taking a 40+ hours a week job does not affect my workload at home at all. In fact, it almost seems to get worse. This week's problem is dinner.
He calls each night around 7pm, on his way home and asks what's for dinner. Now, mind you - he has refused to tell you what time he's coming home until he's halfway there. So I used to make stuff and he'd eat it alone, later, if he liked. If not, he would leave it out on the counter and I would wake up in the morning and it would still be there. So anyway - I got tired of that dance, and decided if he can't commit to whether or not he's going to EAT what I make, I am not going to consider him in making my dinner plans. So since I have been working, its been one HECK of a lot easier to just feed the kids a meal from the freezer, and I just snack on something. But now we have a NEW game. If I haven't made something for him, or I have made something for him, but he doesn't LIKE it, then he stops and gets food from take out on the way home. And then when he arrives, he feeds the kids half of his stuff, so they don't eat what I've prepared EITHER. So I quit preparing anything.. And I can see the barometer rising on this, and I am not sure if I am going to try and play nice, or just let'im BLOW. So that'll be fun tonight.
So what else. Weather is getting nicer, which is giving me a better outlook - I knew it would. As of yesterday I went back on weight watchers (augh), and although I only gained 10 of the 40 lbs I had lost, I am going to attempt to lose 20 more (which would be a total loss of 50 lbs.) Wish me luck. I have to get to the gym, but I am at least eating right and walking 2x daily and parking on the 4th floor and taking the stairs... So if I just add gym time and keep food and little-bits of exercise, it should be a no-brainer.
Alright, I have to get back to work. And make some butter-free popcorn. yeay.