I’ve determined that being away from place of employ and staying home doing various chores and whatnot is extremely beneficial to my mental health. Is that a huge DUH or what?

I asked H this morning if I seemed happier to him and he said “Much”. Then I went on to discuss the myriad ways he would benefit if I were to quit and stay home for an extended period (like, forever?). Such as a clean house, nice meal on the table when he got home, clothes clean and ready at all times. I wouldn’t mind that myself. Unfortunately, he wasn’t buying it. Damn the bad luck!

Ah well, I would probably get bored with all that domestication crap anyway (at some point). So, I shall take this week and love it. Back to the grind on Monday for me.

I spent an hour in our basement last night pouring through some boxes I’ve lugged around from place to place. Why am I keeping all that crap?? I ask you. Why, for the love of God, am I keeping a bizillion pairs of mismatched earrings? A picture I took for photography class in high school (that isn’t even very good), and just tons of crap. I’m in a mood to just pitch the lot of it out. Mr. Trashman won’t be happy come Thursday (but I will).

Anyway, I’m off to the commissary for low cost food shopping. If you ever get a chance to marry a military man, commissary shopping is only one of the tremendous benefits it offers. Not sure what the others are since my H is retired military (love that monthly pension!) but surely there are more.

Happy Hump day to you all!