Feb. 12th, 2010


Feb. 12th, 2010 02:28 pm
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Fuck, half-term is next week, so I get to play babysitter to Iain, fail. But, I know it's heading towards zomgPMS mode, so I'll be doing some housecleaning next week since a lot of things need to be done. I'm not sure how much Iain will contribute since making him do anything is like pulling teeth, but it's almost far easier to just do it myself in relative peace and quiet. Things that need doing include cleaning out the oven, sort the kitchen out, and give the bathroom a good scrubdown (since boys/men can be horribly gross since 80% of the time they just stand and pee and do nothing else in there).

I'm not sure what we're doing this weekend in terms of Valentine's Day--I haven't gotten Steve anything since I can't really think of anything to get him anyway, especially with his birthday next month. I told him not to sweat getting me anything either, but we might go have dinner this Saturday or Sunday night maybe. I almost don't care for some reason--I've been very meh, and very blah, and very frumpy lately. More fail.

I think I desperately need this trip back to the States to recharge my batteries. Steve was offering to buy me food from those online Yankee shops last night, but none of it really excited me. I miss my mom's cooking more than anything, and the food that you can really only get back in the States. I feel like even the tinest things over here still escape my intellectual grasp, so I just have to keep asking retarded questions. The need to blend into British culture and the need to be my Yankee self are banging up against each other, and it just leaves me with a headache.

I don't suppose cranky allergies help much, since it leaves me with a vague sinus headache during most of the day. I also get woken up every morning at 5am by Steve's first alarm, then his second alarm at 6am (he has one at 5 to wake him up, but he lays there for a while to try and fully wake up before getting up to get ready for work). I normally doze until 7.30 or so, but I'm not entirely sure why I'm so tired.

I had a lot more to write I think, but I lost a lot of my inspiration to do so at the moment. Might have something to say later, or tomorrow even though we'll have the kids. So, we'll see I guess.

And I bloody well hope Aidan remembers to bring his reading glasses with him today, since he gets horrible headaches without them, but his fat ass mother can be arsed to check their bags before they leave.

I miss my mom :(



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