True Tales of the Clarion River: Last Days on the River

True Tales of the Clarion River: Last Days on the River



I love the Clarion River I grew up on it. Fishing swimming, playing. Best memories love you Clarion

I'm on the verge

I love my husband so much, but.....there is so much more than that. I'm not sure I'm happy! I love him more than words...I think. He is good to my kids....well not horrible. He really drinks too much which effects everything. It effects sex, love, taking care of the kids, naps, grocery shopping, work around the house, and just taking care of everyday things.
The only time that he is probably normal is at work...guess what...I'm not there ar work. So basically the only time that my really awesome husband is normal is at work. People at work get the best of him. I get the "I'm tired and partially functional drunk " husband. What do I do about this? How do I fix it? I have talked to him. He has broke things in anger. Computers, desks, walls, glasses. It's fine it's all fine.
Just love home dont know what to do with him.

GROSS stuff 2

Husband gross things he does #2.
Sopping with sweat clothing on the floor! My husband is notorious for keeping dirty clothes on our bathroom floor for me to pick them up. After a workout, it is no different. He is super good at putting his soaked with sweat workout clothes on the floor. Doesn't sound to bad but when this girl (thumbs pointing to self) has to pick them up to clean I have to test them first to see if they are a particular amount of sweatified clothes. I poke at them and than I have to strategically place my fingers on them before I pick them up holding them away from me as not to get the stench or cold dampness on me. This isn't the worst though. The worst is having them already shoved in the hamper not knowing they are in there when I am getting ready to wash them.
I place my whole hand or body in the hamper to scoop out the clothing. I grab an armful and yank. This already is starting to make me wretch! As I pull the clothes that are squished in it  I notice the damp cold feeling of clothing that have not had a chance to dry and are still stank with wetness of sweat of days past....insert dry heave here! No matter.how many times I tell the hubby to stop he continues. GROSS things # 2 is a winner!

Passions

It's a mystery to some. Recognizing their passion. It's not just about a passion for hobbies. It is just, in general, expressing yourself too. I'll be honest, I like things. I like camping, I like running and that's about it. I literally cant say that I have a passion for anything.  If you can base passions on your love for someone and expressing love for them than I guess I have a passion for my husband or my kids but I don't think of it as my passion.
I don't sit in front of my TV passionately watching something. Screw sporting events, politics or the weather. Passions to me are almost like an obsession. I don't have an obsession. The husband has an obsession with paintball, my kids have obsessions with makeup (they are 4 and 5 lol) passions can be just loving someone you scream it to them daily all of the way to having a hobby using your Cricut to make a cheerleading bow! A passion is an obsession. An obsession is a passion. I sometimes wish I had a passion but I'm not built for that.
Maybe I am passionate about some things. I tell my husband I love him everyday and we say it to each other everyday. Is that passionate. I'm going to say 'yes' just so I can say I'm passionate about something.
Don't let a marriage end without something to be passionate about. Say you love them daily, follow through with challenges, focus on something and complete it and you will be and can be passionate about something....and here I am being  passionate!

Weekend Getaway

My birthday occurred on Valentine's Day so my husband and I decided to do several things all rolled into a 3 day weekend. Day 1. Friday we went to see a great Led Zeppelin cover band. Just so you know, it was great. We danced and laughed and drank...a lot. Day 2 we went to a cabin. Let me tell you something about cabins. They have the worst utensils in the history of utensils. Nope you can't get a pan that works well on an electric stove,  Your eggs will certainly be partially burnt. Nope there isn't  a working spatula, spoon, oven or even a lighter to light the charcoal grill (p.s. they did not tell us to bring our own charcoal) That's okay, I mean ISH!

1. Vomiting small human in a car....Did you ever have that? It is like a tidal wave of "please make is stop" and "This is going to make me and my car smell so horrible." Luckily, I had a Zip lock baggie that contained medical supplies (our first aid kit)  in it to catch the vomit in the car. But, just when you think that you caught all of the vomit, you realize that it is in the child's hair, on her coat, all over the car seat, (which, by the way, has vomit crevices that you would never even knew existed) her blanket, her favorite doll. What does a crying 4 yo, yelling husband and complaining 5 yo have in common. ABSOLUTELY nothing but it certainly sets the scene. 

2. I legitimately pooped myself. No lie! My stomach started hurting and the "shart" is a real thing. This was occurring at 3 AM which BTW is like really early in the morning when you have been drinking because you have time away from work and reality. I had to WASH MY PANTS and my underware...like WHAT!!

3. Vomiting AGAIN. My second child decided that she needed to get into the act of vomiting. So, she decided to swallow an entire piece of waffle without chewing it. Like, for 5 minutes this kid vomited because she forced herself to eat too quickly like a starving little child. So again, dirty clothing, and disgusting feats of vomit (my family is setting a world record) Oh in the meantime my other daughter (the one who previously threw up) threw up again because she ate a fruit roll up to quickly. Again...check yourself before you wreck yourself... just asaying. #Ilovemyfamily

4. Back to pooping myself and please if you have had this happen to you please please comment. I had to wash my undies, my comfy pants a washcloth and was skeptical about the sheet I was sleeping in. Mind you, we are in a cabin and they don't have normal soap. I used facial cleansing soap provided my cabin itself like a hotel. Thank you hotel-NOT hotel! If you have ever 'sharted' yourself it is by far the most bizarre and surprising thing in the world. It is like finding a box of LUCKY CHARMS and not having any marshmallows. Serious crazy stuff, Right? Anywhooo. Now I am ok with my pooping myself. What I am not ok with is the Husband that literally has decided it would be the most hilarious thing of our "weekend getaway" to say the most ridiculous things about my pooping. #hurtsmyfeelings HON, just saying. I mean I don't blame him too much it is hilarious, however... when he states every 2 seconds to my children "Hey kids remember when mommy pooped her pants" over and over again it gets a little nuts.

5. Possible last thing. My daughters fight over and over again. Remember I have a 4 and 5 yo. They are super (eye roll) anywhoo. Literally everything is a fight. I never knew this and to be honest I am certain I am repeating other bloggers but 'eh whatever. My daughters also chase each other, wrestle till the mercy of the lord and beat the crap out of each other for no reason what so ever on a daily basis. So when they were playing with doors I gave several warnings about hands, fingers, door closures, and slamming of large wooden items. I even think that I may have gave them a tutorial on slamming fingers in doors, however they managed to slam fingers in doors anyway. So, husband and I being the calm parents that we are....."flipped the fuck out." There was no stopping us. You did, she did, we told you, you name it we said it. Just c'mon kids WTF! After searching for ERs, Urgent Cares and Hospitals, we determined an ice bath on her swollen fingers were fine and we resumed out interesting weekend getaway. 

The last and final thing I have to say is, despite our insanity of broken fingers, pooping and vomiting. I managed to remind myself that these are literally memories forever that we will talk about FOREVER (please God let my husband forget the pooping incident). I did go to Family dollar and by a pair of pajama bottoms, Imodium, and a 4 pack of under ware as the loose stools have continued. I wonder what the clerk was thinking. I hope it was as disgusting as I feel! Good night all

Gross stuff

Before I begin I just want to let you now that I am absolutely not the best at editing my material. There will be incorrect verbage, spelling, and grammar and punctuation for sure. So if you are into correct any of these things I suggest you don't follow me!

Anyway, I was rolling my eyes at my husband the other day and I discovered that making a blog of "gross stuff" would be awesome. What I really should have called it is "gross stuff that my husband does" because most of it is just his doing. But, I have to say, that he would probably kill me if I just made a blog devoted to his gross husband/male habits so I am embracing the the idea of a blog that is mostly his stuff but I will pretend it is mine.

So things I find GROSS...

     

 Boogers in the shower. If you don't flush them down than guess what they stain the bath floor. I know because I have cleaned them (tried to) by scrubbing and bleaching. Please wash that down the drain. IT IS GROSS!!!

     POOP left in the toilet. Seriously. FLUSH it. remember to flush it. Remember that after you take that shower that you have to flush it. I cant stand coming into the bathroom and seeing it in the toilet. Now the worst part of this GROSS story is that when you go to flush it and it doesn't flush for you so you have to be the one that plunges someone else's poop. GROSS

     WHISKERS in the sink. Now seriously I don't mean cat whiskers. I mean those whiskers that are in the sink after your husband or boyfriend or anyone shaves. Like clean that shit up. It is GROSS. Especially when the whiskers get into your contact case (hurts like hell if you don't realize there is one on your contact) on your toothbrush,  in the soap, on the toothpaste itself because the lid is not on EVER! GROSS

Just saying. I will be back with more especially with the kiddos. Just take a trip in my bathroom and you will find 100 GROSS things to talk about!