the best gift for me today

coming up next on when our worlds collide - things that people said in October that made me want to kick their asses into January. but first, more on when control freaks marry.

this a.m. we were getting ready for the housekeepers to come.

ridiculous, i know, but needed. the housekeepers aren't ridiculous, that's a gift from my in-laws - a year of housekeeping to alleviate stress! best gift ever...but what is a bit ridiculous is that we pick up (a lot this time) before the housekeepers arrive. today marks a 3-week stretch of no Gaby and Rosa and the house shows it bad.

plus, the exhumation of Christmas decor.

plus, a week of Drew out of town.

plus, photo orders that had to be done.

did i mention Christmas - decorations, gifts arriving, hiding of said gifts from nosey kids, wrapping and all the extras.

and me with 3 kids solo.

point being, my husband rocks the free world when you give him a task (or 20). dishes, kids need lunches, sheets off of bed and in washer, pick up in C and S rooms, trash out.

and now, the house is almost clean enough that Gaby and Rosa could have the day off!

ahhh, the little things

drew has a straightening issue.

not cool.

today, i was brushing my teeth. he comes into our bathroom, closes a drawer that i left open because i was going to put the toothpaste back in that drawer. but not fast enough for him. then, he begins straightening the "stuff" that helps me prepare my face for life oustide the four walls of our home. and in my head, i'm thinking "Don't! Why? Stop! It is my stuff. Please don't touch. It took me two days to find the tweezers from the last time you put them up." and i accidentally said it outloud.

he looked at me and i realized what i'd done.

damn it. i hate to be hard on him and i hate it when i say things that aren't at least 80% positive. and he can't stop himself. flatware on tables. dirty dishes. piles of papers. (not that we have any piles of paper around our home, but if we did, i'm positive he would arrange them.) sometimes when we are picking up the kitchen, he's rearranging things on the cabinet and not really picking anything up...just rearranging it.

next, the apple crisp and the variety of apple crispness issues he has.

here we go...

i don't know if he'll even consider doing this with me. but i'm enough of a control freak to go ahead and start it and see if i can't push/bully/commander him into it.



today, we were driving to a store (The WalMarts) as it is referred to...and he wasn't switching lanes to put us in the correct turn lane. i glance over. he doesn't seem to be zoned out, but if he doesn't change lanes we are destined to end up in freakin' Vaughn, NM. what the hell is he thinking? do i say something? we are running out of time. but i don't want to nag.



and then, he turns right and says, "I just want to check something out first." he knew the whole time that every untoned muscle in my body was tensing up because of his chaotic driving.



he is wanting to check the movie offerings.



fine - but why can't he vocalize that to allay my stress!



his response, "I just want to see you freak out about it."



thus, here we are...in a new world of blogging where we two control freaks will attempt to share our sides of the stories. kinda like that movie he said/she said but with better plot and actors.