Every day I spend time trying to catch up on everyone’s blogs. I’m failing and I feel the need to apologize. I’m doing the best I can. I’m sorry. You’d think with my incredibly depressing boredom, keeping up would be easy. But it’s kind of not. As crazy as this sounds, my kids’ boredom takes up a lot of my time even though a lot of my time is still boredom. Got that? Yeah, me neither.
I got some money for my birthday. It’s supposed to be for me. Of course, I can’t bring myself to spend it on me. I can’t justify a pedicure no matter how much I want one. [No… I did it myself no matter how much it hurt my back… I did a good job, though.] I can barely justify having my hair done but that has always remained the one thing I do for myself. So I’m doing it.
What has happened with this money is practical crap… and, of course, stuff for the kids. And not quite ‘good stuff‘ either. Yesterday, I took them to a really cute, fancy (read: grossly overpriced) candy shop and let them each spend up to ten dollars. Yes. Ten dollars worth of candy. Although since overpriced, it really wasn’t that much. Far less than they bring home every Halloween. And they haven’t even eaten all of it yet. I do not feel like a particularly good or responsible parent for letting them do this whole candy thing. But it was raining and before we did that… well, it was boring as fuck.
Today was not rainy. Instead, it was about 90°F and really fucking sticky. It’s going to be like that for the next five days. So today, we threw water balloons at each other… and I attacked them with the hose. [Not as bad as it sounds… I let them get me, too.]
And that brings me to my hose problem. [Shut up.]
Why the hell is this thing marketed as a helpful product?
Granted, I am cheap so there’s that. But still. It should at least be kind of helpful, shouldn’t it? I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I didn’t expect it to be ridiculously difficult either. There’s a reason I sat in my Adirondack chair and sprayed the kids. I was exhausted from unrolling the hose from this thing (not to mention the back pain). I couldn’t even pull it out easily. [Shut up.] I thought at least unrolling wouldn’t be terrible. Wrong.
Fast forward to after excessive water usage. Time to roll this hose up. Nice convenient handle on the side… just reel it in. Um… no. I think I made about a quarter turn before I couldn’t move the fucking thing any further. Seriously… what the hell? It is nearly impossible to roll up the hose. After about ten minutes, during which I wound up maybe fifteen feet of hose, I stopped. Fuck it! Sorry, husband. You’re going to have to roll it up when you get home. Even though it’s still in the 80s and sticky as fuck.
At least my eight-function sprayer is awesome. Especially that ‘jet‘ setting.
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[By the way… I don’t know if I’m ‘back’ to posting. Don’t get excited. You know, if you ever have gotten excited to read my posts… which is a ridiculous assumption on my part. Maybe I’ll have something to say after the weekend… we’re going to Mom’s… where there is a pool. A big one.]
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