So y’all know I’m a housemouse, right?   Being a housemouse, I have no real set bed time or wake up time.  I get up every morning to wake up the Teen but he’s way old enough to shower on his own and get off to school without me having to stay awake — [...]

So I get to do a stint as a dispatcher this weekend. Uh.  Yeah. Some of you may remember when Taylor and I did roadside assistance for a living.  We’re still fairly close to the folks who own the company and they have a big family wedding this weekend so… Taylor’s going to run service [...]

So last year (there I go, doing it again.  I start so many blog posts with “so…”. It’s like I was in the middle of a conversation with y’all, got distracted and came right back to it like I never stopped. Heh) Anyhow.  Last year, Taylor saw some guy giving away a shed on Craigslist [...]

So today I dug all the weeds out of my garden — which I didn’t plant anything in last year so it had a years worth of weeds in it — and threw down some mulch and planted some seeds in those nifty little dome things in the kitchen.  Shortly I will have tomatoes and [...]

Grocery shopping stresses me out. Not the actual shopping bit.  Picking out the food is sorta fun.  But then?  You have to unload the cart.  Bag the food.  Put the bags in your cart.  Take the bags out of the cart and put them in the car.  Take them out of the car.  Trudge them [...]

Laundry done. Curtains washed and rehung. Bedding washed and bed remade. Bedroom dusted and vacuumed. Living room dusted and vacuumed. Dishes done. Kitchen wiped down. Dinner defrosting. Check. Check. Check. I’m fucking exhausted.

Taylor is off at the garage, working on his bike. The Teen is off playing. I have the house to myself. Do I clean? Or spend the day masturbating myself into a puddle? Ah. The joys of being a housemouse.