Terminator 3 is on TV right now, and my husband wants to watch that versus letting our daughter watch the Grease audition show. So, I am listening from the other room as he attempts to explain the first two editions of Terminator to our children. He just said, “so, aliens from the future…” and I yelled, from three rooms away, “They aren’t aliens, you idiot! They’re just from the future!”
Such is the way of things in our house.
The children go back to school tomorrow, after two weeks at home. I don’t actually mind the holiday break thing, nor do I mind summer for the same reason: there is no schedule. Granted, I still get up at 6:30 a.m. to make my husband’s lunch and see him off to work (yes, I do that, even when hungover. I even do it when I’m mad at him. But I don’t do it when I’m really, really pissed at him, and it’s only been a couple of times in the last seven thousand years (oh, only 12? It seems like 7000) that I’ve been pissed enough to refuse to make the lunch), but then I get to relax, write, peruse the internet, etc. The kids don’t get up until 9 or 10 when they don’t have to go to school, and it’s nice to begin my day like that. When they have school, they get up at 7 a.m., which means I’ve got 15 minutes to chill before I have to deal with breakfast, making their lunches, making sure they’ve got their shit together. Although, they usually do, and sometimes they make their own lunches, so I don’t know what the hell I’m complaining about.
…”I don’t know what the hell I’m complaining about.”
Oh. Was there a complaint in there somewhere?
Wow, making lunches for your husband … be careful what dark secrets you reveal to your adoring public, Viki as someone may peg you as the stereotypical Joan Cleaver versus the liberated and Cosmo woman you are
They weren’t aliens from the future?!?
A woman can be liberated and still make lunches for her husband, if she is CHOOSING to get up and make lunches for her husband, versus feeling obligated, as if it were her duty, to get up and make lunches for her husband.
The terminators aren’t aliens, are they? Aren’t they human-created robot things? If they are aliens, then I guess I’m the idiot and I’d better sit down and watch the Terminator movies again.
They’re not aliens, Viki, so chill, Babe. Go make me a sandwich and we will talk about it