Reason #87652 There Should be a Man in my Life

i own a very cute row home in the not at all famous city in which i live. It is truly cute and has amazing molding and high ceilings and tons of windows for a house in a city. It has the original scroll work on the front porch as well but when the guys who were flipping my house were redoing it, they decided to put indoor/outdoor carpeting on the front porch.

...of my very Victorian cute home.

But not knowing what was under said porch, i allowed the carpet to stay and dutifully vacuumed it every week. What a pain.

Last weekend i decided enough was enough and tore the whole thing off and was rather pleased with the wood underneath. About half of the porch is new wood and the other half the old but it is in decent shape.

On Wednesday i put the first coat on the floor, Monday and Tuesday were for touchups and some other repairs to the wood. i was going to do the 2nd coat on Thursday....however it has rained both Thursday (yesterday) and today. blech

i guess I could be more observant but i would like to think that if a MAN were involved in the intimate details of my life, he would tell me (after checking the weather like a normal human being) that i should do the first coat on Tuesday and 2nd on Wednesday. He couldve said something like:

"Yo Babe" (cuz i would totally expect to be called Babe on a regular basis), "its gonna rain later in the week so....."

And he would have ended up being my Hero.

That's all i am really looking for. A Hero who can give me good advise and take out the garbage. See how easy i am?

Erm...wait...maybe not easy...oh shoot..at my age who gives a rip...its skin to the wind and call me easy!

Let me off this crazy ride!

This summer has not gone at all like i had hoped or planned. More drama and stress then when i was working! What is up with that?

The whole sickness thing took me a while to totally recover so that was fun. Then the antibiotics caused my skin to itch (at the last dosages) so much that i thought i was going to lose my mind. Oh the joy.

Then my sister, who lives with me, had big problems with her daughters father and had to take him to court (in fact heading there again tomorrow) which upped the stress for both of us. Shared custody is the worst and i would advise any parent who struggles with an abusive other parent to NOT GO THERE. Fight for full and see where it goes. Shared is bonk. Nuff said.

And the whole money stress makes me want to start living in my car and just move from place to place...except i have a honda civic and would have cabin fever in 2 days! LOL

Summer of sweat and stress. Bah.

oh well....life is like this sometimes, isnt it? And we really must do our level best to make it through and enjoy the good bits.

Like when said niece puts her arms around my neck and her little head against mine....

Pure bliss.