No Escape in Sight

I have finally discovered what "yoga" pants are. I found them in a Victoria's Secret Catalog. I don't know what's so great about them. Tights with a flare leg. Whoopee. Reminds me of "elephant" pants.

I have also discovered that Jade thinks socks are an accessory. We have shelves in the closet now and I specifically told him that they were to be used for either accessories or sweaters. Even jeans, because he has so many of them. He has a nine drawer dresser. You can't tell me that there is no room for socks in it.

He must get his organization from his mother. These people are driving me batty. I feel outnumbered 3 - 1. We've got adishwasher now, but Jade's mom won't use it because you can't fill it after one meal ... so I told her to run it once a day or even every second day. Aren't we supposed to be saving water? She won't do it. She washes the dishes after every meal and whenever she notices a "dirty" dish on the counter. What was the point of getting a house with a dishwasher?!?

Please, oh, please, oh, please, have this construction done soon! Early, even! Get these people out of my section of this house!!

Oh, look ... VS finally offers bras in my size! They aren't the prettiest of the selection, but it's a step in the right direction.

O.o!
I just noticed the name of the person who was suppsed to recieve this ... it's not me. It's Jade!! Jade?!?

I'm tired of tripping over things. I'm tired of wondering where everything is. I'm tired of not being able to reach things because it's buried in the garage. A D&D adventure in it's own right, I'm sure.

The only highlight of my day was that the guy who showed up to empty the septic tank was hot!! Pity I'm "married". Yes, I know it doesn't stop most people, but it stops me. I'm a one guy woman, thank you. that's why I'm so careful with Jade. If I kill him, I don't have a back up. Well, not without a substantial waiting period. ;)

I can feel myself getting depressed, when I should be relaxing and getting things in order. Why should care? "Mother" has everything all planned and organised for me. She decides where everything goes and if it should come out of the garage. She'll probably hang my pictures for me too.

Trapped. That's how I feel. Trapped and out-numbered. I'm tired of living in "somebody else's" house. I want my space back.

Sweet Dreams!
(Where are you?)