Subtle Glow

I have a taste for mashed potatoes and roasted chicken and blanched, buttery green beans.

This could be due to the fact that I’ve been too distracted to have any breakfast just yet and it is nearly time for lunch.

Anyway…

I feel kind of cheated out of my weekend. Half of Saturday was spent running Kiddo around to his last flag football game and then out for pizza celebration. Kiddo’s dad was there at the game, so I tried to run over to the bank and deposit my brother’s paycheck, since there is no Bank of Nevada here in California.  Alas, the bank was oh-so-sorry but they cannot take third-party checks, even though the payee was standing right there next to me AND I was not even trying to cash the check but just put funds into my account.  No dice, but they would be more than happy to open an account for him!  Well, ok then.  Except - he did not have TWO forms of acceptable ID.  Just a driver’s license.  The pay stub would suffice, except that was back at the house.  So we ended up heading back to the game to catch the last half and then head over to the greasy-pizza-fest.

The other half of the day was spent scrubbing down both bathroom toilets and showers, laundry, and general straightening. I kept sort of waiting for my brother to see me sweaty, grubby and elbow-deep in shower cleaner and offer to help. Yeah, not so much.

I was puzzled, and trying to find a way to understand it without using “it’s a guy thing” to explain it (because I really cannot stand that especially when used as a rationalization for cluelessness). I mentioned it to my mom and she help me realize that A) I probably can just ask him to help if that’s what I want, because B) He probably doesn’t think of it as “his” house, or “his” space yet.

It’s so strange, this whole “Hi there is a whole other adult person living here now.” Somehow my brain sticks on that “Hey, how about you just ASK for help? You know - see how that works for you when you open your mouth and SAY what it is you need?” I guess there is part of me that does not want to nag (oh, GAH! how I am annoyed when I have to ask more than once or repeat myself… because of this thing I have about - yep! you guessed it - ASKING for help) so it is difficult for me to just ask.

Anyway, that was Saturday. Sunday morning was spent grocery shopping, because again - WHOLE other person in the house now and WOW, I didn’t realize how much whole people tend to eat! Typically there is no one home all day, so that makes a difference. Also - it is summer and Kiddo is now home and THAT little guy can eat just as much as a whole grown-up type person if you let him. And by “let him” I mean he will eat an entire box of granola bars or a whole bag of goldfish crackers in one sitting if you let him.  SO.  As I was saying - Sunday morning we spent a few hours grocery shopping.  No sooner did I get home and unload and put it all away, it was time to drive up to my mom’s for a barbecue and swimming and such. Once home again, it was time for the bedtime routine and settling in for the night after preparing for the workday today.
I feel cheated out of the weekend because by the time I got to sit and relax as I like to do on weekends, it was over.

My scheduled vacation time just shrank by a couple days, because there is ONE day within the first three days I am out where I really kind of need to be here.  Given that, I figured what is the point of taking the day before off, then coming in the next day, then taking the next day off.  So I’m now moving the start day back a couple days…  but who knows maybe I will get greedy and tack those back on to the other end of the vacation.