Sunday, March 19, 2006

The Amazing Disappearing Husband

Was he ever here at all?

Well, as you probably know, Moustapha left for Porto Rico yesterday afternoon. Le Sigh. I have to admit that although it was nice...wonderful in fact...to have him home, by yesterday I was starting to go a little crazy. You see, he was gone for five weeks, and five weeks is more than enough time to establish routines and such. Then he came home, threw a monkey wrench into the routine, started to do things differently (wrong) and just threw me off the ball. Eventually I'm sure I would have gotten used to him doing things differently (wrong), but after one week, I was a wee bit crazy. That being said, I already miss him to death, and I want him home now now now.

The week went pretty well. He got home Saturday and we...ah...anyways, on Sunday we...um...oh! We went to Wal Mart for a little while (so much for my budding social conscience, eh?). Then Monday we left Mary with a sitter, and went to the Big Mall, before...ah...anyways. Tuesday was a day of rest, so we hung out around the house, played with Mary, had a rousing game of D & D in which mine and another's characters went off to become the big bad of that world. Yay! Evil wins again. Wednesday, I really can't remember what we did. hmm. Thursday Mary was sick. Friday Mary was sick, and so was I. I wanted to die. Saturday both Mary and I felt better, but the sky had opened up and dumped what seemed like 3 feet of snow on us. We ended up getting our neighbours to drive us to the airport in the minivan, because I was afraid to drive.

Last night I got over my fear of driving. The new Arthurian game was starting up last night, and I really wanted to go, but unfortunately, I couldn't find a sitter, in spite of desperately trying. So instead I went over to Anne R. Key's place for a cribbage tournament, which was great fun. My friend who prefers to remain nameless and I were a fantastic team, and we were very gracious loosers too. Mary was a good girl and slept in her playpen all night long, which amazed me, she hates that thing. When it was time to go we had some excitement, because to park I had basically just plowed into a snowbank and hoped for the best, so we needed some pushing to get out and back on the road. When I got home, I discovered that someone had taken the spot on the street that Moustapha had shoveled out for us, so I suspect that I'm going to be stuck today when I try to go grocery shopping.

That's really all I've got for now, but I should be posting a wee bit more regularly now that I'm all alone again.

4 comments:

Goody said...

Where I'm from, stealing someone's shoveled space could get a person seriously beaten. Or the car windows smashed, and the tires slashed.

Simon said...

Man, D&D chicks are kewl!

Anne R. Key said...

You shoulda poo'ed on their hood.

ninepounddictator said...

This made me laugh out loud..

As someone who has spent a lot of time in a different city than my fiance, the father of my child, I know EXACTLY how you feel...

It's true. We really do get into our routines...No one really understands, but I always say, it's kind of nice to be alone with baby...do things your way, when you want them, how you want them done...

Loved this!