just me
And the big day has come. H has moved out and it's just me. Well, me, Sammy, Max and Bea. :)
Moving day wasn't nearly as horrible as expected (and horrible is what I expected). I'd already cried my eyes out for a week straight, so may have gotten much of that out of my system. Of course, the clonazepam — and later the lorazepam — I took Saturday maybe, just maybe, helped me get through the day. (I have discovered, by the way, that I quite like the -pams. Nothing gets you through your husband and cat moving out quite like 'em!)
Seriously, though, it went as well as I could have hoped. H was awesome all weekend. We kind of got each other through it, which was nice.
I even made soup for lunch for H and his dad yesterday when they came to get a few more things. And I'm dropping by his apartment tonight to say howdy and kiss my cat. I have no cable so H is recording all my shows. Thursday night he's coming to the house to finish hooking up everything after my Comcast appointment, and I will be cooking dinner for him and his dad. Weird, maybe, but it really feels okay to me. So far it seems like we can be friends. It feels really possible right now.
So... all day Sunday I was cleaning cleaning cleaning, which is really the female way of pissing on something to show ownership, if you think about it. Rearranged furniture. Put out my new big rug from Ikea which Max has already half ruined by using it as a scratching post and, seriously, NO ONE has scratching posts like my cats, so the hell? Now I'm trying to decide if I should pack the fucker up (the rug, not Max) and haul it back to Ikea. I mean, really, the cat's a scratcher, sure, but the damn rug should hold up better than that.
And today starts all the behavior changes I put off until H moved out. Number one, diet. I am going to lose weight, dammit. Not a good start though: I got an unfortunately nasty salad for lunch and was hungry two hours later. So I heated up and ate the remains of a burrito from Friday but am beginning to think that maybe that was a mistake. My tummy is getting twitchy.
All in all, I feel good on a cold dreary rainy Monday. Rock on, me.
Moving day wasn't nearly as horrible as expected (and horrible is what I expected). I'd already cried my eyes out for a week straight, so may have gotten much of that out of my system. Of course, the clonazepam — and later the lorazepam — I took Saturday maybe, just maybe, helped me get through the day. (I have discovered, by the way, that I quite like the -pams. Nothing gets you through your husband and cat moving out quite like 'em!)
Seriously, though, it went as well as I could have hoped. H was awesome all weekend. We kind of got each other through it, which was nice.
I even made soup for lunch for H and his dad yesterday when they came to get a few more things. And I'm dropping by his apartment tonight to say howdy and kiss my cat. I have no cable so H is recording all my shows. Thursday night he's coming to the house to finish hooking up everything after my Comcast appointment, and I will be cooking dinner for him and his dad. Weird, maybe, but it really feels okay to me. So far it seems like we can be friends. It feels really possible right now.
So... all day Sunday I was cleaning cleaning cleaning, which is really the female way of pissing on something to show ownership, if you think about it. Rearranged furniture. Put out my new big rug from Ikea which Max has already half ruined by using it as a scratching post and, seriously, NO ONE has scratching posts like my cats, so the hell? Now I'm trying to decide if I should pack the fucker up (the rug, not Max) and haul it back to Ikea. I mean, really, the cat's a scratcher, sure, but the damn rug should hold up better than that.
And today starts all the behavior changes I put off until H moved out. Number one, diet. I am going to lose weight, dammit. Not a good start though: I got an unfortunately nasty salad for lunch and was hungry two hours later. So I heated up and ate the remains of a burrito from Friday but am beginning to think that maybe that was a mistake. My tummy is getting twitchy.
All in all, I feel good on a cold dreary rainy Monday. Rock on, me.
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