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Here's the latest “Thoughts of A Speshul Snowflake”, with Laurelle in plain and my good self in bold purple.

Domestically Challenged.

I enjoyed my weekend off, but today I’ve got no pages.
Strange how that happened after a weekend off!

It’s one of the reasons I so seldom take an entire weekend away from work. Sigh.
I'm of the opinion you should take more time off – like a year or two. Jonboi could always be pimped out sent out to get a real job to pay the bills.

By the time we were all back home, it was too late to have the dinner I had planned. As in, dinner would have been at Trinity’s bed time.
Two words – take away. Hell's bells woman! What had you planned for dinner? A seafood smörgåsbord? A ten course Indian banquet? I can whip up steak, chips and veg in less than half an hour, with chocolate mousse for “desert” – what's your excuse?

We have staff to help organize us during the work day, but no one in the evening.
What? No-one to run your bath and bring you fluffy towels? No-one to turn your bed down, put a chockie on your pillow? Bring you your slippers and pipe? Wield the huge peacock feather fan as you loll on your throne?

At night, it’s just us to do the whole grown-up thing.
Glad to hear you keep it to adults! Still, TMI, Laurelle!

Some day’s we’re better than others, but today was one of those moments when I thought, wouldn’t it be nice to have a wife? Not a real wife, but that 1950’s ideal that never really existed.
AAARRRGGGHHH! Nathaniel in an apron and pearls! DO NOT WANT!!

So we got everything done that needed doing, eventually, but when I realized that I’d missed the window for dinner, I felt like I’d failed.
Quick! Someone! Call the Waaaambulance! First the Foose, now making dinner! What kind of woman are you, Laurelle?

There are days when I think, wouldn’t it be nice to have that organized grown-up in the house.
At this point, I'd think you'd settle for pretty much any kind of grown-up!

But it’s not me, and though Jon is more practical than I am, he’s not the most practical person. But, you know what, I’ve never been attracted to anyone that was terribly practical.
O RLY? I'm astounded!

Even my first husband wasn’t organized or practical. In fact, one of the things that contributed to our divorce was that both of us kept looking at the other person, waiting for them to notice that the lamp shades were dusty, and the dinner needed to be put in the oven, or purchased from the grocery store in time to have for dinner.
Oh for fucks' sake! It's called compromise. It involves discussion, planning and both parties taking responsibility for chores! It's called Real Life, and in spite of what you might think, we peons go through it too.

Now, my Chief of Domestic Operations, Sherry,
aka the housekeeper,

takes care of the dust, and someone else buys the groceries, after I make the meal plan, so all we have to do is cook it in a timely manner.
Am I wrong to be jaw-droppingly astounded at the gall of this spoilt woman? She works a few hours a day, from home, has Jonboi, Darla, a personal shopper, a housekeeper, a bodyguard and who knows what else waiting on her hand and foot, and still can't manage one pre-teen for a few hours and perhaps making a meal.

You’d think we could manage it, and most days we do, but every once in a while the absent-minded professor/artist kicks in, and we just forget.
Do you “every once in a while” forget about your child too?

But, in the end, we got dinner, and the kiddo in bed, and it all got done.
So you could rush off for that “grown-up thing”.

But it is one of those days when I think longingly of having one extra more practical person in the house, but let’s face it, even if Jon and I could find a third adult that we wanted to cohabitate with, we’d never be attracted to someone organized and practical.
Oh Laurelle! You are so sexually liberated! A threesome! I'm sure Trinity's Dad would be perfectly happy for her to continue to live with you if you do that.

When we were both dating, our choices ran high to artist, techies, writers, and scientiests.
Scientiests? Que? Hon, spellcheck is your friend! Those little squiggly red lines aren't there just to make your page look pretty!

None of these jobs, or degrees are likely to net you an organized mate. Now, now, I know there are some out there in all those categories that are the exception to the rule.
Condescending much?

Those professor types that are far from absent-minded, must be out there, but I never dated them, and neither did Jon.
That sounds like Jonboi batted for both teams...and that he and Laurelle took turns dating the same people.

So, even if we added another person to the household, we’d be no better off. We might have fun,
OH SHIT! THE IMAGES! *sticks head in bucket of brain bleach Ultra*

But as one good friend said recently, simple, and well-organized is boring.
Especially when you're bringing up a child, who needs structure and security, the selfish little bugger.

Well, yeah, but there are days when I wonder what it would be like for someone in the household not to be an artiste, or a techie, or a self-absorbed wanker or both.

It wouldn’t work, but the lamp shades would get dusted, and dinner would be on time.
Oh Lord!