Why is it that at least 50% of my family feels the need to make sure I am awake too when they can't sleep? The night before last my husband tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, sighing, readjusting covers and pillows, and even going so far as to ask if I was awake, which I ignored. Then last night he was apparently thirsty and attempted to wake me to ask if he could have some of my water...which I ignored again and made some soft snoring noises. Then one of my daughters came upstairs and I had to help her get tucked in on the floor beside my bed where she has a foamie and some blankets for the many nights she can't sleep. Then SHE wanted a drink of my water. Sigh. So then at one point later on I sat up to plump up my pillow and lie down again and my husband suddenly said "EXCUSE ME but do you mind, I'm trying to sleep here?!"
I did not react outwardly, but in my head I was doing one of those "SHUUUTTTT UPPPPP" screams as loud as I could, as I smothered him to death with my pillow...
Sometimes my most exciting fantasy is the one where I live all alone, and I get to sleep all night, as long as I want, totally undisturbed. A girl can dream.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Welcome to the hen house
Let me get something straight right now. This is not a blog about chickens. However, it was in part inspired by chickens, or rather my desire to build a chicken coop and raise backyard chickens, a plan that so far has been totally vetoed by my husband. He seems to feel that it would be too attractive to the wilder animals in our area, although I assured him we would build a sturdy shed-like structure that would be impenetrable. As I was lamenting the situation to a friend, I joked and said I should just build the damn thing anyway, and if nothing else I could use it as hide out for me and my female friends to hang out in - a woman's version of a "man cave", if you will. And then we looked at each other and I burst out with "the hen house!" and an idea was hatched, ha ha.
Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that The Hen House was a perfect name for not only a physical place, but also for a new writing site. It would be the amalgamation of the previous two blogs I have worked on, Moody Girls and Hysterical Housewives, where I either talk about my three daughters, or babble about various random housewifely aspects fo my life. While I have enjoyed both blogs, I have felt the need to do something a little different, a little edgier, a little darker. And like the literal hen house I would like to someday have to adjourn to with the ladies, some wine and some wicked conversation, I want a place to write uncensored, without my husband or anyone else who may not necessarily "approve" of what I'm saying hovering over my shoulder, reading my daily entries.
All else aside, the title of The Hen House is also very appropriate as I live in a house full of females. In addition to myself and my three daughters, I also take care of three other girls before and after school during the week. I tend to think of myself as a mother hen to many.
So here we go, and please pardon any chicken related puns etc that I throw out there. I know I won't be able to resist.
Anyway, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that The Hen House was a perfect name for not only a physical place, but also for a new writing site. It would be the amalgamation of the previous two blogs I have worked on, Moody Girls and Hysterical Housewives, where I either talk about my three daughters, or babble about various random housewifely aspects fo my life. While I have enjoyed both blogs, I have felt the need to do something a little different, a little edgier, a little darker. And like the literal hen house I would like to someday have to adjourn to with the ladies, some wine and some wicked conversation, I want a place to write uncensored, without my husband or anyone else who may not necessarily "approve" of what I'm saying hovering over my shoulder, reading my daily entries.
All else aside, the title of The Hen House is also very appropriate as I live in a house full of females. In addition to myself and my three daughters, I also take care of three other girls before and after school during the week. I tend to think of myself as a mother hen to many.
So here we go, and please pardon any chicken related puns etc that I throw out there. I know I won't be able to resist.
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