This is the last thing Jake said to me tonight, "Thank you for being my mommy and not a monster."
Now that's appreciation. Three-year-old style.
First, let me apologize to anyone who read my last post and thought I was really angry. Thank you, Leslie, for the phone call to make sure I wasn't. Teehee.
So, there's a woman close by who has a crush on my husband. No, you don't know her, but if you call me I will gladly tell you who she is and where she lives. I've been told I can't publish it on my blog.
It's not the crush that bothers me. I don't own Ike, but supposing I did, I'd be flattered if someone wanted to play with my toys. I am not implying that Ike is a toy. Or anyway, he's not a squeeky toy. He's more like a stubbly stinky toy that's fun to squish.
What bothers me is the way this woman is going about her evil plot to destroy my family (yes, that's an exaggeration).
It's not a challenge. I can read right through her, and despite the barriers in male/female communication, Ike can see through her too. I suppose I don't want a vampish, intelligent, sly woman after my man (I mean of course not that he belongs to me, but then again, he is my stubbly stinky toy), but at the same time, it might be more entertaining.
The woman in question is someone Ike has worked closely with for several years. They've been the only two people to put much effort into the projects they've done together, so of course they have become friends. This is not a problem.
She's given several hints that Ike (being a man) didn't catch. Me (being a woman) caught them and pointed them out. Ike began to notice these things himself when she began to frequently complain about her marriage, complain about her husband, etc.
She has now crossed a line, I think. In a phone call today (while she was at work, mind you...this wouldn't matter to me if she was a friend), she began hinting at dreams she'd had that she didn't want to share. But of course she wanted to share: who brings up things they really don't want to talk about? You just don't talk about those things. Anyway, these dreams were "embarrassing" and involved things that "will never happen anyway."
Hello? I've been you, lady. Granted, I was 14, but I've been you and I know what the hell you're doing. Hint around at these dreams of yours and gush about how Ike is your only friend and the only one who understands you. Sure, share that your husband doesn't support your hopes and dreams and that it's so great to talk to someone who gets it.
But just know that if I have to come kick your ass, I will.
(Umm...Sara, will you come with me?)
so. i am a Just a stay-at-home mom. one woUld think thiS would give me all The time in the world to do whatever i want. read, write, play on the computer. but i find here lately that Some of my friends with full-time jobs hAve much more time than i do. and their online art is distracting me from mY child and hIs friend. screw This we're going to the library. DAMNIT.
(wow, it's harder than it looks.)