My Dearest Matthew;

I’m not really sure how to start this, so I’ll just come out and say it.

Things between us have changed, our lives are moving in different directions. It’s been happening for some time now, I just wasn’t willing or ready to face it. I wanted to believe that you were still very much the man for me as you’ve been for so many years. I thought I was able to accept your relationship with her.

I didn’t think she would change things. I thought it was a relationship similar to those of the past but I’d be naive to believe that was still a possibility. I can’t be the other woman.

Not anymore.

Especially not when there’s a child involved.

I’ve moved on Matthew and it’s time you did too.

I know this may come as a shock, but over time you will see that this is truly what’s right. I want nothing but the best for you and I know in my heart that I can’t give you that.

It’s not you, it’s me. I just want more. I want what we used to have, and I’ve been kidding myself into believing that was still a possibility.

I will always have a special place for you in my heart.

I’m sorry Matthew, but this is goodbye.

Always and Forever,

Samantha

SO YUM! But I’m so over it (I think.)

I don’t know that I could ever survive BlogHer. I mean, we had a SMALL gathering and I’m still recuperating from that. We talked about blogging off and on for a day and a bit and I’m finding myself completely zapped of all creativity and any energy to type.

I’ve even been lacking in the gossip department. That has to say something since I’m a HUGE gossip WHORE.

Though I haven’t been here, I have been here. I’ve revamped the site for a re-launch August 1st. I’ve been working on a design for one truly understanding client that let me work right up to Hudson’s due date then take some time off. She’s been DYING to have her design and I want to get it to her just as badly! I’m excited to start up again!

Maybe I’ll even work for a couple weeks before taking another hiatus.

Everything’s a little hectic around The House of Me since Mike began his new job. He recently had an offer for another company with more money and a machine to operate right away. Pretty much the Best. Thing. Ever. but we weighed the pros and cons of the two jobs and came out with the one that pays less but is closer to home. Far less traffic equals less commute time! Horray!

As soon as he hung up the phone after declining the new offer, he’s been kicking himself thinking he should have went with the money.

I’ve been feeling guilty because he asked my opinion and I gave it to him.

A part of me wishes I kept my mouth shut.

Whatever. Live and Learn I suppose.

Now? He’s on nightshift for the next three weeks.

My job just got a little trickier. Keeping a VERY ACTIVE toddler and an infant quiet all day while Mike sleeps? Should make for good times.

Especially when Carter’s screaming with pride when he goes to the toilet ALONE!

“I PEEEEEEDDD MMOOOOOOOMMMMYYYYY! I PPEEEEED!!”

Yeah, there’s gonna be one pissy man (Ha! Get it? I talked about pee, then said pissy) around this joint over the next couple weeks.

Anyone up for a playdate?

Or you could just take my children.

I should be writing a recount of my weekend at the Blog Friend Fest in Niagara Falls, but I’m really just not up to it at the moment. It was so fabulous to see the bloggy people I’ve met before and meet some great new ones, it really was, I’m just completely drained and I didn’t even party!

Lugging around a newborn for a full day of blog-talk, walking, eating, schmoozing and wine tasting was much more then I’m used to these days. By the time dinner finished up and everyone was ready to hit the town, I was more then glad to get home and climb into my own bed. Sunday morning, between feedings, Hudson and I slept until 11am. Bliss I tell you. Utter bliss.

Then I walked downstairs and saw the state of my kitchen. Funny how I walked right past it the night before and didn’t notice the shitstorm that had passed through in the 13 hours I was gone.

It’s apparent that Mike still, very much, knows how to live the bachelor lifestyle.

God love him because someone has to.

I have yet to download my pictures and Hudson’s been making up how GREAT he was this weekend by fussing all day. Seriously he was so good, and so precious he even made MY ovaries ache.

He was a busy, busy boy charming all the ladies (and gentleman) Friday evening and Saturday.

Now I think he’s going through withdrawals, missing all his new lady friends.

I just want some sleep.

I swear I’ll share more tomorrow.

Embarking on just about the hottest weekend of the summer, our air conditioner took a shit dive last night.

No air.

It was working fine all day yesterday and then some time between the time I left to get Carter at daycare and when I came back it stopped. Though, we’ve been having trouble with it all season since there’s this part that has to click over to make an electrical connection which starts the unit, but that thing has corroded a little and fuses itself and doesn’t click over.

Amazed that I know that? Yeah, me too. They only had to explain it about four times.

Over the past couple weeks Mike’s been fiddling with the part, as instructed, to get it to flip when it needs a little encouragement. Then last week he had a bright idea to help it a little further with some industrial brake part cleaner; a spray used on brakes to remove gunk, dust and stuff. With a little spark things were back in working order and we thought nothing of it.

So last night was no different - when we started.

Mr. I-think-I’m-handy-at-everything decided to give it another little HUGE spray to get things in motion.

Once he sprayed the connection it sparked alright.

Then caught all the fluid ON. FIRE.

He comes running in the house asking me to get him a bowl of water all while trying so valiantly to hide his panic.

Water on an electrical fire? Geez, even I know better then that!

So I handed him baking soda - even though I had no idea if that was any better. It’s used for some kind of fire, I know that.

Mike’s running back and forth trying to figure out what to do.

We start shuttling bowls of water out the door to get it under wraps, while praying that the water worked.

Finally! Everything is put out.

It turns out that it was just the debris inside (and around) the unit that caught on fire, but the switch thingy that’s supposed to flip? I think it’s really fused now.

“Good news.” Mike states as he comes back inside.

“What could possibly be good about this?” I asked a little pissed off know that there will be no air conditioning all day tomorrow until the service man can arrive. You know. Somewhere between dawn and dusk.

“The nest of earwigs inside is fried.” And knowing how I feel about those skeevy fuckers, he probably thought he did some good.

Stupid fuckdog.

“Totally worth it.” I said.

I was totally lying.

Now as I sit in sweltering heat - sweating just sitting still - waiting for my Prince Charming repair man I can’t help but wonder if I’d rather be carried away by those earwigs then endure another moment of this boob sweat.

Boob sweat sucks.

Earwigs suck more.

And so I suffer.

UPDATE:

Genius fried the AC and the furnace. When he sprayed that shit on the contact it caused it to arc. The wires fused together and sent HIGH Voltage back to the LOW voltage switch in the furnace which then fried the board in there.

Result? Only about a THOUSAND dollars in repairs.

I could have went to BlogHer with that. Well, I could have gotten to San Fran, but probably not back.

Right now that would have been all right with me.

UPDATE 2:

Air is fixed! Hooray!! The man was so quick and friendly even though I think he thought we were COMPLETE morons. Broke morons.

I asked him to leave the part with me to show Mike what his bonehead move had cost us.

Conductor for the air conditioner. Note how completely fried the wires are? Nice, eh?

Do NOT use brake cleaner to clean your A/C. Seriouly BAD!

Seriously cute baby though, right?