So Alligator says that you should put sunshine and daisies into the universe in order to get sunshine and daisies back. BUT I tend to be slightly judgmental, okay pretty darn judgmental. So judgmental in fact that I had to make a new year's resolution to not be so judgmental. BUT that aside, I think I'm putting too much negativity into the universe. Need more sunshine and daisies that's for sure.
I've got this bump on the back of my head that really hurts and is driving me nutso. Alligator says it's bad karma. So this morning I get up and I bend over, and then have a hard time getting back up, like my spine is snagging on something. Again, Alligator says bad karma. I get the whole karma's a bitch thing, but crap! When did karma start inflicting physical pain?! OUCH!
So husband is annoying 60% of the time. He doesn't seem to have the words thank you in his vocabulary. It's frustrating. I hate cooking, I hate cleaning, I hate doing laundry. BUT I do them. Not always on time, but I do them. When I spend 45 minutes cooking dinner, I want someone to say "thank you for making that for me" but what does husband do? Walks in, goes straight to kitchen, grabs plate and starts eating. Leaves dishes sit out for day or two at least. Drives me up the freaking wall!!! Therapist says compromises need to be made. WHAT IS THERE TO COMPROMISE? Say THANK YOU and my life is complete. Why are boys so dumb? Are they missing chemicals in their brains? Chemicals that tell them to be nice? I don't get it. I just don't get it. He won't spend 45 minutes making dinner, so he doesn't understand the need for a simple thank you. Not a "I mowed the lawn so we're even thank you" but an actual verbal thank you. SHEESH!
Other than the few minor hiccups, life is good. I feel inspired to put my life story into words for someone to read 500 years from now. Although I'll probably never be as talented as Alligator, maybe someone will read it and say "Wow, that was a good story" Probably husband 50 years from now as he's cleaning out my stuff to make room for the new bride he picked up at the old folks' home.
