Home Again, Home Again

Man it feels good to be sitting here in my own house with the computer in my lap and the boys right here up under me. Actually only A2 is up under me right now, it's way too early for A1 to be up out of bed. It's only friggin' 11! I slept so good last night in my own bed, that's even with A2's feet jammed into the side of my neck and face.

A2 and I came home from my parents house yesterday at around noon and he was so happy to be home too. We were a little upset though when we got here because we couldn't find the cat. We searched and searched for her but she was nowhere to be found. Thankfully A1 called us on the way home from church and said they had let her out earlier. A2 was too cute walking through the house calling for the "ditty dat" though.

I was pleasantly surprised to come home to a nice mowed lawn and a freshly painted pole on the front porch. We have one that has been peeling for a while now and hubby finally painted it. Best of all was that the living room looked spotless. A1 spent Saturday while I was gone cleaning up for me. Am I lucky or what?! He straightened up the kitchen as best as he could and even cleaned the windows in the kitchen and living room. That's major! We have a lot of windows in those two rooms, especially the living room. They go all the way down to the floor.

Since I was mad at the husband all weekend A1 told him that if they cleaned the house up before I got home then maybe I wouldn't be so mad when I got back. Awwww, how sweet of him. Hopefully Hubby was taking notes!

I'll have to say that once I got here I was still pissed beyond belief at Hubby (I moved the last post so if you don't know why I was mad at him it was because of a stupid stupid mistake he made during vacation). But once he and A1 came in from church he jumped all over the opportunity to apologize to me and swore up and down it wouldn't happen again. I'd like to give him the benefit of the doubt but it's hard. I'm working on it. He didn't do anything earth shattering but he knew better than to do it anyway and it hurt me worse than some of the other shit we've gone through. Anyway, I didn't want to ruin Father's day for him or the boys so I acted like a grown up and we all enjoyed the day. He went outside and grilled up some burgers and hotdogs while I cleaned out the gazillion bugs that decided to use our pool for some sort of mass suicide.

We all went outside to piddle around again later in the afternoon and I spotted the new neighbors and curiosity got the best of me. I told Hubby I was going to go over and say hello. Naturally he wanted to too (we are so nosey like that). They were a really nice couple and they seemed a lot like us. So much so that it was a little scary. They have moved a few times because of his work, they have two boys and no family around here close.

She's a stay at home mom and he's obviously older than she is (like my husband is me). Sounds like us! Their oldest boys is into science and math and computers just like A1. Too bad he isn't a little older. He's 9 and A1 is about to turn 13. Their youngest one is a lot like A2, wide open all the time. It was so cute because A2 was actually following their youngest one around all over the back yards and even yelling at the dogs with him. The kids were talking about some of the video games they play and we have the same ones. The youngest that was 6 was even talking about watching scary movies. We are all over that!!

I wouldn't mind being friends with them, that is as long as the first impression they were putting out there wasn't some bogus one. It would be kinda nice to have a friend that lived right next door.

Ok, I know this funky house isn't going to clean itself so I better get up. Just one last thing though, just so you know - during vacation, I never once cared how other people thought I looked on the beach or at the pool. I couldn't believe it. I was so proud of myself. Sure there were some little skinny Minnie girls there but they were all young girls. Most of the other people on the beach or at the pool looked very similar to me or they were even bigger and didn't even care. Every day Hubby would tell me that he thought I looked good (but it's been established he's a fibber) and that made me just want to go out and enjoy being there and I'm so glad I did.

Today's plan: I'm going to clean up some around here today and make time to get in the pool with the boys. After that I'm going to get back on my work out schedule I created a couple of weeks ago. I even bought me a cool little workout outfit while I was home with my parents on Saturday. And, since I put myself out there and put up the pictures last week, I'll make sure to do it again at the end of this week. My plan is to put up pictures each week for the next six weeks and hopefully see a difference as the weeks go by. Let's just pray the difference is that I get smaller as the weeks go by and not larger.

I'm feeling a little country today so I think I'll listen to George Strait's 50 Number 1's on my iPod while I clean up. I love me some George!