Le sigh. Tomorrow is the day of atonement.
The point of the day of atonement is to spend the day considering how Christ is the ultimate atonement for our sins. It is a high and holy Sabbath meaning not only is there no buying, selling, cooking (basically polluting the Sabbath) there is no eating or drinking. I am supposed to afflict my soul. I remember last year I was so unprepared and miserable, but I am definitley getting all my food in starting with a nice fluffy pancake for breakfast. I will see what the day brings...this is a shame that I am planning my day by eating like a pig. Well not a pig - ever since my chest troubles I haven't eaten the way I used to. I suppose that's a gift and a curse. I have lost weight. Big gift. Hard to enjoy food when I can't eat what I want. Big curse. I am tired and sore. And not from vigorous, mind-blowing sex. (Okay, maybe just a little, lol.) Yesterday Mr. Man and I started cleaning up his house. Did I really think that he would have ME clean his house (even though I sort of volunteered a couple hundred times?!) That backfired. My asking was supposed to guilt him into doing it - not into me actually ASSISTING with the effort. But, I started it, so I had to finish it.
His house is exactly the way I would expect a single 31 male apartment to look. It is messy. BUT, there is a part of the mess that gets extremely gross. Which is the roommate's mess. Where THAT child goes mess follows. I had determined that early on when Mr. Man had gotten sick last spring and I did some spot cleaning in his kitchen. The coffeepot had mold. AND THERE WAS COFFEE IN IT! I didn't know LIQUID could develop mold?! WTF?! Mr. Man doesn't even DRINK coffee. We were getting into it yesterday though, in a good way. He went to the dollar store, got gloves (the kind that come up to your elbow) and we went to work. He was in the bathroom and I was in the kitchen. It wasn't THAT bad - just really grimey. I can't understand how someone could live that way - and after seeing Mr. Man scrub down that bathroom - it confirmed that the habits weren't his own. We were high off cleaning detergent and our accomplishments. Even though we didn't do much, lol. It was enough to us though. We were pretty pooped. It's important to Mr. Man to get his house right. It signals a new start. His roommate has been moving out his stuff - slowly but surely. Seeing as how moving isn't in either of our forecast right now - the plan is to get things together where he's at. The biggest thing he is gearing up for is something that I don't know I'm totally ready for. Mr. Man and I.G. have been going back and forth on this custodial issue. Her complaints have varied over the past year and a half: not enough money, not enough time - to where the complaints are specifically directed towards me - so much so, that she outright told him that everything he was doing was for me and not his daughter. I had been quiet for a long time on the situation because I don't know her at all and I refrain from petty ass drama. I'm not stooping to her level for anything in the world. I did FIRMLY let Mr. Man know that I.G.'s reign of terror is slowly on its way to an end. Playing on the phone? Not in my kingdom. But besides the issue of utter disrespect - her blatant hateration is messing up the father/daughter relationship he and his daughter should be capitalizing on right now. Mr. Man has acknowledged that there is no reasoning with I.G. So, he's getting everything lined up to take it to the courts - these are things that I don't think people realize that when we're together - WE are the easy part - it's the OTHER things we deal with that make us struggle. But so far we've handled it all. And this is another part of that. I don't want to take this girl's mother's place. I truly don't. I just want her to be with her dad the way she should. I just know how important that is - especially since I lost my own dad in the past year. We're excited but focused - both of us are just too old to make any mistakes in this area to go back.
