Things are things… just about to get ready to get ready for work. LOL Only in my world is there preparation for preparation…

In any case, the week has gone pretty well.

My grandchildren seem to have survived in spite of their death wish of last evening. I heard running and rolling in the upstairs hall and laughter and shouts. After about 90 minutes of that, I heard my daughter yell from downstairs about the lights being on.

I spent the other night with the guy. He remains adamant that I WILL NOT be helping him move. Decorating his new place does remain in my domain, and he has informed me that will more than likely be a full-time job in itself. LOL

We talked about the “R-word” the other night. You know the one I mean.

Relationship.

It was a good conversation. I am glad that we are both honest, know ourselves well, and understand and respect each other’s perspectives, goals, and interests. OK, well… He is still lost (and will probably always remain so) when it comes to that right-brained, artsy part of my soul.

School is the priority for him. For the next 15 months. He feels he doesn’t have time to invest in a relationship and is leery about having a relationship since the last one required 24/7 attention and maintenance and still fell apart anyway. From my perspective, school is his priority, and I have been single for so long, that I am used to having my space and my time being my own. I don’t want 24/7 attention and could not bring myself to be at someone else’s beck and call 24/7 at this point. I need time to adjust to being involved with someone.

Sounds like we’re on the same page. That’s a good thing.

As we haven’t seen each other for a couple of weeks, I was straightforward (As if you could imagine me EVER being straightforward. LMAO) enough to ask if it was me or the sex that he had missed. He could only give me a slightly uncomfortable laugh and smile. I told him he was a noncommittal diplomat, at which he did laugh. I then informed him that as he was not a citizen, he could not plead “The Fifth Amendment” as he was not covered under our constitutional protection. He burst into laughter and hugged me. “Hey, I call you,” was his response.

He sleeps like I do. On the edge of the bed, facing outward. No encroachment allowed. We had been talking for quite a while before we went to sleep, and I found that I had made my way over to be right next to him. I promised him that I would go away if he kissed me. LOL He volunteered some half-hearted peck, and I demanded a real kiss before retreating to my side of the bed. “Yes, I know, it’s time for sleep,” I said and added that once he was out of school in 15 months, we would be working on changing some of his routines. He laughed.

I like that I can make him laugh.

I also like the fact that I remain a quandary to him in some areas.

I like the fact that we can disagree yet respect each other’s opinions and points of view.

I like that I simply enjoy being in his presence.

I like that he has depth of soul, character, compassion, and intellect.

I like that he has that sublime yet incisive sense of humor.

I like the fact that, though we are very different in personality, we seem to harmonize well.

I like the fact that we are friends.

Back in from work…

The day went by pretty quickly. I escaped from working my usual assignment, and for that I was thankful. I really needed a break from those manipulative and lying women in one of my buildings. OMG! The two main pains in the ass are enough to piss off the pope most days. However, working another building meant that I didn’t get to see the guy. Which happened to be pretty OK by me. The “regulars” (aka the extraneous women who always seem to be hanging around in that particular apartment) were in full-on hang out mode today. I’m not the jealous type, but I surely wasn’t in the mood to deal with Helen being all over him today. That’s pretty much an all the time thing with her, so it generally doesn’t bother me. But, the weather has recently been cool and damp so I’m in a lot of pain, and I just started my period. I would have ended up in a pretty nasty state of mind for most of the evening had I been assigned there so it is just as well that I was somewhere else today. I’m hoping that I get to work elsewhere again tomorrow, too. As my PITAs were not given sufficient attention from the nurse today, they will be doubly “on” for tomorrow. Lovely.

My boss was in for a while doing some paperwork. I haven’t gotten to hang out with him for a while now; it was good to see him. He was still there when I left right before 10pm. He said he had about another hour or so to work.

I will probably end up going in a bit early and also staying a bit late tomorrow in order to get some things done for audits and in preparation for our Medicaid survey. Yes, it’s that time once again!

I am hoping things go well with getting this job at the VA. That would be a wonderful position. It’s a specialty practice that I really enjoy and have the experience to do well. It also has enough paperwork to keep me mainly behind a desk, which is where I need to be.

Jonathan is supposed to go to the sitter’s Monday. I suppose

we shall see how that works out. He was supposed to go two days last week that I ended up not sending him because he was just in a mood. His mother not being home has finally become reality in his little world. We had all sorts of behaviors this last week. Crying and tantrums. One day he refused to get out of his superhero pajamas or to eat lunch. I left him in his PJs and gave him peanut butter crackers, trail mix, and carrots to snack on. It isn’t worth the power struggle if it can be avoided. He acted up at the school on Friday and made us late in getting to Trinity’s medical appointment. Fortunately, we were not so late that we had to reschedule. Then, he performed quite nicely for the benefit of the pediatrician as well. Thankfully, she was very understanding when I explained that my daughter had just returned to fulltime work three weeks ago after being home for five years. Two days last week, he didn’t want me to leave after his dad arrived home from work. He came up with all manner of excuses as to why I could not leave. Yes, indeed, we were very “two” last week.

It is getting late. My medication is dictating that it is time to head to bed.

I'm not sure what is up with the font changing styles in mid-blog, but I can't seem to get it fixed. Guess it will have to stay "as is."