My initial sorrow turned to anger pretty quick. I only cried for about 6 hours. after that I got mad real quick. I have pretty much stayed angry since then.
And honestly I feel like the less said about that right now the better, because I am so livid. I might regret my choice in words.
This weekend for Father’s day we had some good stuff going on – we got a Roku2 for My husband – the Roku is the thing you plug into the TV so you can watch internet TV, Netflix, Youtube stuff through your wi-fi.
AHHHH I love the stupid thing! I can watch all the TED talks, I can watch the crochet channel, I can watch my eriktology videos. My husband can watch Godzilla vs. Mothra and UFC.
Before now he was watching internet movies through his phone – with ear buds in – which made him completely useless. He would come home from work – survey the house – complain about some stuff and then park it in his chair look for stuff on TV – if there was nothing good he would look at the phone for movies and then plug in and tune out the world. I hate regular TV so it gives us a chance to watch something together.
It sure is frustrating to imagine how he is seeing things – I am busy working around the house, around the goats, making dinner – what ever – folding laundry all kinds of stuff. I get to bed between 11 and 2 am. – meanwhile he came home from work – took a nap, ate dinner, watched a movie where some kick ass hero rescues the girl and they are madly in love – thinks of himself in the hero role. Then he heads for bed thinking romantic thoughts and after three hours I am exhausted enough to head to bed also – however I am actually tired and usually irritated often sore. I am not interested in romance…at all I am interested in a couple of advil and 4 hours of sleep. I feel like such a jerk – but romance is not my 11th hour specialty. Ugh.
I was hoping if we had more down time in the evening TOGETHER – it might be nice. so I need to work on that.
Goat sales are not what they used to be – everyone is giving animals away and no one can afford to feed them. Even the nice show quality animals are being sold for a song. Lame oh.