His voice

I love him like this
Voice, gravelly and low
He belts out music
The only time he's fully confident
He looks away from the road
Our eyes lock and he smirks
His expression full of innuendo
When he says the line
"in her bedroom"
My heart races
And I can't help but smile
Back at him
His voice brings something out
Something deep inside me
I could listen to him
Sing for the rest of my life
And I'm elated I get
The opportunity to do just that.

I hate our house

We live on a dead-end, extremely pot-holed street. Our neighbors all know each other and they're not people I really wanna know. I'd like to point out that I'm not being a snob about this either. Some of them do drugs, I've smelled spice when I was outside and the people across the street have had the cops called on them a couple times for domestic disputes.

The inside is equally crappy. I'll make a list.

1) It's cramped.
2) We don't have a dishwasher
3) We have one cabinet for all of our (eating) dishes and another for pots, pans, cooking gadgets (like crockpot, mixer, processer)
4) We have one bathroom that is really tiny.
5) There's no shelving (like a pantry) in the kitchen at all.
6) Most of our windows aren't properly weather sealed. The ones in the front shake when there's wind and we can feel a draft.
7) There is a train track behind our house. Literally right behind. I could probably hit the train with a rock from my back door.
8) We are not allowed to paint the walls at all.
9) We are not allowed to have any pets. Period. Not even fish.
10) Our street goes directly onto a major street that is impossible to get out of depending on the time of day.
11) The stupid plow guy always traps us in our driveway by building up snow down at the end.

Some things I like:
1) We have a great front and back yard that we don't have to mow.
2) We have two bedrooms so Lily has her own room.
3) We live in a duplex so we only share walls with one other family.
4) There's no one in the building next to us so we have the whole driveway to ourselves.
5) Our rent is only $550 a month

That's about it...

So I've been looking for weeks for somewhere better but here's the kicker, we live in a town with a major university so everything is suuuuper overpriced. So I've been pretty discouraged for a while.

Which brings me to my next point. A few months ago, I was talking to my mom about how her and dad wanna move to Florida but they can't because my younger sister is going to college here and is staying at home. So she offered to pay half of the house payment for my sister and have us move in and take the other half.

Let's look at the pros and cons.

Pros:
1) Sooooo much more space in every aspect.
2) The master bedroom which is where we'd sleep has its own bathroom.
3) Also huge yard
4) We'd have more storage both because there'd be an extra bedroom and because they have a garage.
5) Dad has offered to put a door on the stairs so my sister wouldn't walk in on us if we were walking around in our undies.
6) I grew up in this house so I know most of the neighbors and the ones I don't know, are training to be paramedics. Yeah.
7) We can paint and have pets here. In fact, my rabbit is already living here.
8) The appliances are pretty old but they all work. Plus there is a dishwasher.
9) Very quiet street that's not directly on a busy street
10) Our main babysitter would be downstairs haha
11) We wouldn't be trapped in our house

Cons:
1) We're no longer living alone.
2) We have to actually mow our yard
3) I know they've had past problems with the ventilation for their dryer
4) Stairs.
5) Bills would cost a bit more but not a whole lot.

So really, this idea seems great but I just don't know if I'd ever be able to convince Dustin to move in with my sister just because he loves living alone. I love the idea because I was ten when we moved there so all of my developmental years happened there and I have so many happy memories. Plus oh my god, all the space.

I wonder how I could convince him to do it...

He still gives me butterflies

You know that feeling of falling in love?
The head over heels, butterflies in your stomach feeling,
Everytime you see him, you can't help but smile,
Your legs are jelly, your head is reeling.

You can't wait to see him, to talk to him,
To lay your head on his chest,
To feel his arms wrap around you,
For him to take away your stress.

You think there's nothing better than this,
You hear it'll go away,
People tell you it's inevitable,
You'll get tired of him some day.

We've been together a few years, 
We're definitely past the honeymoon phase,
I hold no illusions of who he really is,
We're no longer navigating the dating maze.

But it turns out they were wrong,
I still get butterflies when I see his smile,
I still love spending time with him,
Even though we've been together a while.

Work

The idea of going back to work almost brings me to tears. I know we need it and it would be selfish of me to try to convince Dustin to let me stay home but I don't want to leave her every day. What if her first giggle happens with a baby sitter? Or when she rolls over for the first time? Or crawls? Just thinking about missing so much makes me so sad. I never thought before just how much one little person could change my whole view. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl to want to stay home with the baby while ny husband brings home the bacon but I want that!
I'm afraid that when I go back, I'll become depressed. I know I'll be sad all throughout my first shift and possibly more. I don't want my daughter to see her mother as the sad, shell of a woman I know I could become. And of course, if I bring this up to Dustin, I'm selfish. I know I am.
God I'm terrible.

My stupid brain

When they both fall asleep is about the time that my brain decides that I'm too happy and it wants to bring me down a couple pegs. I get really sad for absolutely no reason and it's baffling. It makes me wonder if I've got slight PPD or something. I miss my old life. I miss the apartment and I miss my best friends. We barely speak anymore when at one point, we used to talk everyday. I miss that one summer that Kaitlin and I (plus two losers) hung out every night. I think we went skinny dipping like at least 4 times. I miss not having any responsibility. I miss drinking and getting high and a little bit, I miss smoking. I miss not caring about my health. I love my husband and I can't imagine my life now without my daughter but I really miss who I used to be and I can feel that familiar tug inside of me that wants to run away and not look back. I want to pack up everything and move to Chicago. I want to drive and not stop until I reach the west coast. I wish I could just go.

Now, however, he has a manager job and it seems like more and more things are sinking their claws into me, anchoring me here. A part of me wishes I'd left when I had the chance because I'm not sure I'll get another now.

Rambling political nonsense

Dustin said to me yesterday, "The older you get, the more conservative you're getting." I live in probably the most liberal town in the Midwest and it's scary to think that he might be right.

I learned recently about an apartment complex that's opening up in Bloomington that would house the homeless with absolutely no responsibility on their part. Basically, they can drink and do drugs all they want and their rent and utilities will be paid for; the only thing that qualifies them is that they have to be "chronically homeless" which means they would have to have been homeless for a year or more or have had 4 episodes of homelessness in the past 3 years. Oh and they won't force them to go to treatment or anything so yeah. Maybe before I would've thought, "Oh that's nice. It'll get them off the street and perhaps it'll inspire them to better themselves." Now, all I can do is silently scream in frustration because I know that those assholes can better themselves in high barrier shelters like ours but they're just too damn lazy. I've seen it for Christ's sake! All this is gonna do is use taxpayer money to house lowlifes. This makes me want to bash my head against a wall.

Does this make me more conservative than I was? Yeah probably. However, the change in my way of thinking wasn't brought on by traditional conservative means. I'm not getting all up in arms because I feel like this is communist/socialist/whatever but it's more because I have worked with these types of people for a while now and gotten to know the different types.

I mean, when you think "homeless" do you see the guy panhandling on the street alongside the guy who works 40 hours a week? No, of course not, and I didn't either before this. However, we had a resident who worked 40 hour weeks and still couldn't afford to live on his own because his bitch of an ex-wife was sucking every last penny for child support and probably alimony. Should he pay child support? Hell yeah, he should! But is that really fair? I mean, yeah he could work two jobs to get an apartment. People do it all the time. Then he'd never actually see the kids he's paying all this money to support. That's not okay.

I've gotten way off topic here. I still identify as a liberal but I've obviously got some conservative-y thoughts permeating my brain and is that really all that terrible? I've always kind of been on the fence. When I vote, I vote Republican and Democrat. Maybe that's because I was raised in a split household.

This makes me wonder how Lily will turn out...

Whine whine blah blah

So, Dustin has this friend named Rita. Rita and Dustin used to date for like ever and they were super serious. And she dumped him and he like wanted her back for a really long time... Now, they're just friends and that's all. Best friends.

Anyway so last week, Rita wanted Dustin and I to come over and hang out and this would be the first time I would meet her. It was super awkward as expected and I was okay with leaving. Now, don't get me wrong, Rita is super nice and I can see why Dustin would think we'd be good friends or whatever. She's also really pretty. Like way prettier than me. Fuck.

So, I made it through that awkward situation only to be reminded that I had agreed to go with Dustin to Rita's father's (his name is Dan) retirement party. Dustin really looks up to Dan and said that Dan is like a second father to him. So I'm like, "Well there's gonna be a lot of people there, maybe it won't be as awkward as I'm thinking." So we get there today and at first, it's fine. Rita's family is really nice and very welcoming, doling out all kinds of congratulations and stuff. So I think I'm gonna make it through without it being too awkward even though at one point, there's Dustin, myself, Rita and Rita's best friend, Lindsay (who Dustin also had a little fling type thing with) all hangin out in one room together... yaaaaaay.

Then it comes time to leave. Goodbye to Lindsay. Goodbye to Rita. Goodbye to Rita's mom (I would tell you what her name is but honestly, I don't think I can spell it) with multiple promises to keep her updated about baby type things. Then we say goodbye to Dan, who says, "You know, I was really hoping Dustin would be my son-in-law but that didn't turn out..." Well that's a weird thing to say to me but alright, brush it off. Then we're about to leave and Dustin wants to say goodbye to Roman (Rita's brother) so we hug him and are walking back to our car and Roman says, "Dustin, you were supposed to marry my sister."

...........

Am I overreacting? Like that's not something you say to someone or their spouse. What? Maybe it's my crazy pregnancy emotions that have made me so upset about this... I don't know. It doesn't help that these people are like a second family to Dustin and so they're super important to him.

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