Okay, so it's only 10:04, but 10:04 Ramblings doesn't have quite the same appeal to me. And I'm typing in the dark for some unknown reason, so forgive any typos. I type by touch, never look at the keys, but it's helpful to have a starting point.

Weird thoughts and dreams have been plaguing me this week. Last week, Nasty Husband reappeared out of the blue. Reminding me of an affair I had 4 years ago. Which I've apologized for. Which we've moved on. Which hasn't been even hinted at in ages. But apparently, either he's still hurt (although he never even admitted to being hurt), or he's saving it as a trump card whenever he doesn't get his way. Which this time, is that I don't initiate sex. Well, I don't ever refuse it, either!

Then two days later, after he got laid, of course, he's asking if I want new boobs for Christmas. Um, he's not even a boob guy, or he wouldn't have married me, so why the question? I don't object to getting back to pre-baby size/shape, and that's all he's suggesting, not Pamela Anderson tits, but why?? And if I do, will that become a "did you show your boyfriend your new tits?" Probably.

Then there's my job. I love having a job. I love working at home, having the flexibility to volunteer at school, run errands, do laundry during the day, etc. But I absolutely HATE my job. It's boring, technical (and I'm not), and confusing.

But this isn't a bitch session. I'm going to the Bahamas in two weeks!! My son is awesome. My new dining room is the most gorgeous room I've ever seen, fits the house and our personalities perfectly, and "I" created it! (Okay, hubby helped choose the table and picked the chandelier.)

My office will be drywalled, carpeted, and painted within the next two weeks. (I'll post updates, finally, to the "before" pictures article.)

My son is incredible. Although he's not doing his summer homework, and there will be battles forthcoming about that, as the deadline approaches, but instead of being obsessed with Wii and TV (the same damned Yu-Gi-Oh episodes every single day!!!), currently, he's playing with Legos. And I can live with that. It's creative, it's engineering, it's fine motor skills, it doesn't involve a screen.

And in general, thinking about the good, the bad, the ugly ... currently, I'm content with life. And for me, that's pretty damned amazing.