The sun is out and I feel better

I am not cut out for weeks of Seattle weather. My friend 'Nusan and Marji both love this kind of soggy weather, but I think that's because they aren't big dirt diggers. I would rather dig in the dirt than clean house any day...and if it's MY IDEA to clean, I really like it. I just don't like being reminded that I have a full time job that I get paid for and another full time job that I don't. And I get down right surly when the people with whom I live think they are the boss of me.

But the sun is shining, which means I can open the windows upstairs at least and air out the bedrooms, which smell of eau d'cigarette.

I know. He was a smoker before we got married and I should have known what I was getting into. That's what the entire world says after the fact....you should have known. Exactly how was I supposed to know?

It's like when you have a baby who doesn't sleep for, oh, three years. You should have known. Well, unless you were subjected to days with no sleep, how the heck would you know? I remember going weeks with one or two hours of sleep and that whole portion of my life was just zombie-like. I worked at a big school in LA and most of us were young mothers; I would bet somebody was having a baby every month of the 8 years I worked there. The whole bunch of us were exhausted. We never argued or fussed with each other because we were trying to stay awake.

So off I go to strip the rest of the bed (I did the quilts yesterday). I have a quiche cooling for breakfast and I went outside to check to see if it was dry enough to weed...it's not. We've gotten so much rain you'd think I was living on a sponge.

Then I have to vac the bedroom again, I have white carpet and three dogs. I should have known.