Thoughts on being a minion

Its my all time favorite thing- right under dental work and childbirth- when a client decides I’m not doing my job.
“My place of business, this is Ariel “
“Hi Ariel, this is so and so, how are you?”
“I’m great, what can I do for you?”
(and this is where the tone turns accusing)
“I gave you a message over a week ago and She-who-must-not-be-named never called me back!”
(this is the point where I either hand the phone to my boss or take another message)
“Well if I leave another message do you think I could get a call back this time?”
(As if I’m ripping up the messages and eating them! Tempting, in this case. BAD Minion! BAD!
Quick, get the water bottle and squirt her!)

So not only am I supposed to give the message to She-who-must-not-be-named, I’m also supposed to sit and hold the phone to her ear and dial the number and personally supervise that she calls everyone?
And usually The Second in Command and I just laugh about it, but I’m feeling pissy today. Quite PMS-y, and I had the flu yesterday. DON’T mess with me.

And the livin is easy

I am absolutely LOVING this summer. I’ve been camping more times this summer than all the rest of my life combined. Who knew I’d love it so much?
I’ve never had a summer where I did things. Where I planned things. Where I went places and experienced new things.
I mean, I learned how to swim last weekend! And I even put my face in the water. Really, I did that for Brian, because nothing in this world makes me want to disappoint him. And he was so proud of me, because he knows how deep my fear of water runs.
I feel like I’ve had the first summer of my life, sad as it may seem at 27. Summer was always a time to not get sunburned, to be hot, to miss my friends. It was never steeped in enjoyment and magic; every moment a possibility.
And so much of that is because of Brian. He is well versed in living life and he drags me along in spite of my stubborn urge to be overcautious. I find myself forgetting to be afraid. I think it’s because I don’t have the worries of a bad relationship. Even when times are rough, its been a matter of a few moments talk and then were done.
He just encourages me and supports me. He even yelled at me once, after I’d agreed to help Jeff with something. (“Whats good for him is NOT good for you and Emma!”) And he is right.
Its nice, nay wonderful to have a partner in life. Someone who worries if the bills are paid, who wants to balance the checkbook with me. Its not HIS life, which I share certain parts of, but OUR life. OUR goals. We are together in this. Its actually hard to remember this, but I am learning. In every prior relationship I’ve always felt like I had to be in second place; Now Brian has my hand, saying “I’m not doing this without you.”

When being in Love is just not enough

Actually, it is, but it doesn’t change the fact that we need a BIGGER bed! No matter how much you love to snuggle,( and we DO, to the point we don’t get out of bed early enough), the time comes when two people need room to stretch out and throw and arm or a leg across the bed, you know?
Neither one of us is large, or overweight, but the fact remains, a single bed is NOT meant for two people, or 300 lbs, for that matter.
SO this weekend… The great bed hunt begins… Brian gets a good discount at RC Willey, where he works… So perhaps maybe we shall start there.

In other news, Jeff’s 20 days to respond the the plea for divorce is up. But I’m going back and refiling it, with some changes, so as soon as he gets served with those papers its 10 days to respond. I don’t want to, but I don’t have any choice, as he’s already driving us crazy… What price sanity?

Weekend update

We went camping this weekend. It was nice to get away, but we stayed at ponderosa state park and I got cell phone reception. I turned off my cell phone when I saw that.
Still tired.
The parenting class was helpful, but means I know now I have to amend the divorce papers. Damn Damn Damn DAMN!
But its do it now or suffer the consequences later, I guess. I just was looking forward to being done.