BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

What is life if not confusing and overwhelming at times, right? I’m seriously tired of stuff. I would really appreciate being able to go back to my nice, normal boring life where the most exciting thing I had to blog about was my cats. (By the way, we have 3 now. Long story, not I’m not dying as expected.)

Hubs decided that he wants to try again. On the day the papers were ready to be signed, it appears that he had a change of heart. It’s hard to trust him, but he’s really trying—so I guess we’ll give it another whirl. Wow…that sounded really casual. Obviously it is a little more intense and involved than that but I’ll spare you the details.

That means no man-hating posts in the near future. Well, maybe not NO—just fewer than originally expected.

The jacked up thing is that we already told everyone (including the entire internet and our children) that we are divorcing. So now we have to go back and tell everyone that we aren’t. I did reattach my wedding ring this weekend. But I didn’t call the lawyer. Guess I need to do that. I’m feeling fairly stupid at the moment and flakey as hell. Srsly, who does this shit?! Hey! Let’s announce to the world that we are divorcing….but wait…maybe we shouldn’t…maybe we should try again….I might be functionally retarded for giving this another shot. But just maybe it will work out and be ok.

I’ve been following Project: Happily Ever After for a long time. I pre-ordered the book last year, never read it. (Maybe I should have got on that a little sooner, eh?) Now’s a good time I’d say. And I’m gonna make Hubs read it. Maybe read it TO each other! Outloud! Alyssa says that it’s possible to save a marriage even when you have been mentally planning your spouse’s funeral or dreaming up a list of people you might date when the divorce is final or your spouse finally kicks the bucket.

So yeah, quite enough drama for a while-right?

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

If you read this blog within the next 30 minutes you’ll get more bad news! That’s right, just pay attention and you’ll get one semi- happy story and one unhappy story ABSOLUTELY FREE!

So the newest one is this:

My oldest daughter has decided to move out.

*sigh*

She just turned 17 and is full of wisdom and worldly knowledge and is more stubborn that I.

Shit. This is what I get for teaching them to be independent I guess.

She won’t talk to me, won’t talk to her dad. We’re stupid, you know. And we’ve never been 17. Somehow we skipped right over that crap; therefore we couldn’t possibly know what she is going though.

Now, that said-she has had to go though some shit that I never did. Like having a pregnant younger sister and having her parents’ divorce, or on the verge of divorcing. I can’t blame her for wanting out. Hell, I might run screaming if I could. Who wouldn’t!?

Our state laws allow a female, 17 years of age to move out of her parents’ home if she chooses. We talked to her for several hours last week. We came just short of all out begging her not to do this. We even told her that we’d buy her a car. In addition to the car we already bought her, which she begged for-then refused to learn to drive.

The good news is that she didn’t go far. She is staying with my parents. This does mean a new school. A tiny new school. Like there are nearly twice the people in her class here than in the entire K-12 there. My parents live in the middle of no where. So no internet, no decent TV and you only get cell service if you climb onto the roof and invoke the goddess of celular blessings while standing on your left leg only with your tounge cocked *snicker* to the right. And only then when certain constellations are visible to the people of Greenland.

It won't be long until she's home.