My man has been a house husband for the past month while waiting for a new contract to come through--we've been living off our savings and my salary (hahahahaha, mostly our savings). He did all the cooking and cleaning and was generally lovely, but he also got stir crazy and his shop started to slowly take over the living room, so when the contract finally turned up we were both happy. Then things at work went hectic: he got a potential new job offer for a real federal position and we weren't sure if he'd be able to sign his brand-new, amazing contract. Cue sleepless night! Then it all worked out, thanks to the fact that the place he works doesn't require him to sign anything because the word "contract" is apparently actually non-binding in their particular circumstances, for both sides.Which means they could screw him over, but they also can't keep him on the hook for the work if he gets a better job offer.
So, mostly yay but also lots of temporary angst. Also, I just did the first round of copy edits on my short story for Riptide and realized I have so, SO much work to still do with myself and my writing. I tend to think I write pretty clean and both my editors agreed, but I didn't go more than 2 paragraphs with this one without a multitude of things to change/improve. It's good for me, but goddamn. I need to be better. I'm trying.
I'm going to go pick up my bridesmaid's dress tomorrow. It's for my sister's wedding, so I will wear this grey (they call it "mercury," I call it "grey"), strapless, frou-frou, frothy dress for her. I literally can't remember the last time I wore a dress, but here I go. I will also fly myself to Chicago to throw her a bachelorette party (with the help of her future sister-in-law who is amazing, I'm such shit at planning parties), I will live in the same house as my parents and brother and sister-in-law and their baby for weeks to accommodate her, and once she's married I am NEVER doing this crap again. Seriously, oh my god, why does this have to be so complicated? Why are there so many traditions to be upheld? I've never been more grateful for my tiny wedding in all my life. My mother actually bought my sister a sixpence, her "something old" for the wedding. Know what my mom bought me for my wedding? Booze for the guests, and flowers for the tables, and that was it. And it was plenty.
I also just had my year-end review at work, which went well as always but has left me so burned out, so...sorry for this rant! I just had to get it all out and I thought a few people might be interested in what I'm up to right now. Happy weekend, guys, go relax and be happy. Have a drink for me, get a massage, go for a hike, be wonderful. I love you. I've had a glass or two of wine. I still love you, but take me with a grain of salt.