Hookie II

After sipping through half of my coffee and telling Kaitie to stop pouting for the fourth time, I'd decide that I am bored with CNN and the ADHD inspired screen (stupid ticker). I'd get off the loveseat and venture off to find a clean pair of jeans and some sort of shirt. I need to fold clothes. Bad. Three loads have already accumulated onto the living room couch this past week. "I wish Dave were here," I think to myself, "I'd make him do it...he he." I'd find my "comfy" jeans, a pair of skivvies, a bra and an oversized t-shirt dated from the 2005 St. Patrick Day parade in Hot Springs.

After changing, I'd head back to the living room and flip on the T.V. to channel 58: Food Network. Ah's yeah. I'd fold clothes while I watched some really tastey, extremely easy meal being prepared and make a mental note to look up that recipe and make it all the while knowing that I will forget to do so and I'm being too lazy to write myself a note. Kaitie would be laying right at my feet. Pouting.

I'd put all the clothes away and start another load to pile on the couch later. This will be next week's job. I'd bring out the vacuum from the hall closet and Kaitie would be at the back door BEGGING to be let out. She doesn't care for the loud monster that threatens to attack her everytime I plug it in. I don't chase her with it; I would never do that. She just doesn't like it. I'd start lightly vacuuming, dusting and mopping the entire house. Might as well. It seems to me I get more work done when I'm not at work. Hell, this BLOG is effing proof of that LOL. After I finish the house, I'd let Kaitie come back in, wiggle bottom and all. The house is safe and the monster has left. She want's a treat.

By this time, it would probably be about 1pm. I wouldn't have eaten yet and I probably wouldn't either. The wedding has my nerves so frazzled my stomach knots up at the thought of any food OR wedding crap. I'd nibble a piece of cheddar cheese and a couple of Saltines with some water while I watched another tastey meal being prepared on Food Network. I'd probably get bored and start cleaning out rooms and packing things away. Oh, wait! I have a load of clothes that needs to go in the dryer. After putting the load into the dryer, I'd continue on the rooms after beginning washing the Oldman's sheets off of his bed.

Dave would have called twice by now asking what I've been doing. I would tell him and be slightly irked when he began talking about work. "Blah blah reports...Blah blah paycheck .... Blah blah got to get blah blah finished ..." I zone out. Half the time I have to tell him to stop talking about work and focus on personal issues and conversations. It's a pet peeve but luckily I have mastered the zoning before the marriage ;)

Around 3, I would take Kaitie, and myself, for a walk. She'd pull on the leash for the first quarter mile and after that, we'd be walking even. We'd get home about half an hour later and she'd spread out across the kitchen tile where it was cool. I'd give her a small icecube and she'd roll it around in her maw a few times before spitting it out and letting it puddle on the floor. Later I would walk into the kitchen and step in the pool. Piece of shit.

When we got home, the Oldman would be hungry. I would make him tomato soup and a grilled cheese and ham sandwich. He would want milk with this meal and, of course I have forgotten, we're out of milk. "Crap." I'd drive to the little Hess station in Mabelvale, grap a gallon of 2% milk and pay the flirtatious black guy behind the counter while the oriental guy would smirk at the situation and eat his banana Laffy Taffy. I hate that store.

I'd plate dinner for the Oldman as well as Kaitie. She'd sniff it and turn her nose only to go back an hour later and devour the morsels like she hadn't eaten in three days. At this point, I'd take the biggest soup pot we have and fill it with water to be boiled for a nice, hot bubble bath. The hot water from the water heater has to travel from the front of the house to the back and tends to cool down by the time it roars into the tub. I heat the water on the stove so as to keep the water nice and lava-like. After mixing my bath water, I'd hook up my iHome and pick Josh Groban to relax to while I soak amongst my lavender bubbles, candles flickering against the dim bathroom's walls. I'd have my tall glass of ice water handy (I need something to sip on while I cook myself) on the wicker hamper along with my phone. Just as I'd slip into the magma frothing with bubbles and adjust accordingly, the phone would ring. David. Of course. It never fails. As soon as I am busy or relaxed he callse. It's funny and endearing.
"Hey, sweetie, what are you up to?" he would chime.
"Nakie in a bubble bath," I would say bluntly.
"Reowr..." he'd growl and I'd laugh. I'd tell him I'll call him back in about an hour.
"Ok, I love you *MUWHA!*"
Ah...Sing to me Josh...

As I lay in the middle of my bedroom floor, naked, the Oldman would call out in the hallway, "Are you done in here?" He means the bathroom.
"Yes..." I say.
"Ok, I'm gonna brush my teeth and go lay me down," he'd say. It must be 7 o'clock. Damn, already?
"Ok. Love you! See you in the morning, Papa!"
"Love you, too! Good night!" He such a sweet man. Even sweeter for not walking in on me while I sprawled out, butt-ass naked, in the middle of my bedroom floor.

I'd put my robe on and head to the den's couch for some evening T.V. Hmmm...What to watch? "Crap." I gotta call Dave. We'd talk for about an hour and a half and I'd be getting sleepy. Kaitie would be sprawled out under the coffee table, snoring loudly. Very loudly. I'd tell Dave that I love him and that I was going to go lay down all unbenounced to him that I was going to go and fall asleep to The Princess Bride in my bedroom. After hanging up with him and wishing him good night and all the kisses in the world, I'd ask Kaitie "Wanna go hang?" She'd perk up, run through the hallway to my bedroom and hop up onto the foot of my bed. I'd crawl in with her, move her out of the way with my feet (piece of shit) and be lulled away to "As you wish..."

I haven't eaten dinner! ... "Crap."