Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Manning up of Mrs. Hall

Three areas to discuss in the Manning up of Mrs. Hall



1. The House:

Selling a house is not a linear process. Until I sign the closing papers, I can't be sure about anything. It's a bit like poker, you can work the stats on how to best play but in the end, it all depends on the cards you are dealt. And how you play your hand. It's not really fair and it's painful. But, in the end, there is really no choice.

Or as Mr. Hall says,

"Selling the house is a lot like prison sex".


(do yourself a favor and NEVER GOOGLE THE TERM 'PRISON SEX', TRUST ME)






2. My tolerance for suckage and ability to give

By all accounts, I am a spoiled woman. I have my needs taken care of and am well loved. Dealing with pain, frustration and separation from my husband has been tough. Single motherhood, no matter how fleeting, is tough. It is suckage incorporated.

When things get tough, I get kind of selfish. Thus, I have been neglecting Mr. Hall. I actively put a stop to this about a month ago. I consciously increased my tolerance for pain and actively sought to make him happy. To ease his pain.

Or as Mr. Hall says,

"I really like how you are attacking me lately, and the extra massages and such. . . see, that's all I need babe, and extra goodness with you being on top again."







3. My Go-Go Girl skills

Something broke open last night, inside my head. I took the wee Mac on a bike ride, with him in a kid seat behind me. I was really huffin and puffin. I realized that since I have have kids, especially during the summer, we rarely stay indoors. We are always going someplace or doing something.

This is the polar opposite of my upbringing. In fact, my parent's sit and watch their 888 inch flat screen tv with their 8000 channels every day. I use to have the biggest jonez for TV. Then I married a man who downloads a lot and I became selective. Now, I don’t have time to watch nothing. And the kids, they can't sit long enough to watch anything I want. They only have eyes for SpongeBob.

So I go. And go. And GO GO GO. And I love it!!! I never want to go back to a sedentary life. Never want to have a life without adventure, even it if is taking a walk around the block. And it doesn’t even phase me anymore, the huffing and puffing, the taking of two children on my own, out into the wilds of local parks and bike rides.

I could leave this office right now, pick up the kids and drive to Vegas without even packing. It would be no problem what so ever. Wouldn't have to plan or make lists or research or worry or obsess. Because I can do anything and go anywhere.

I can GO GO GO!!!



I am more free than I have ever been lately.

Manning up indeed.

9 Left a message at the beep:

GeologyJoe said...

rock it HH!

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

JOE!!!!!


I WILL ROCK IT!!!


WOOOO HOOO!!!!!!


:)

Heff said...

Jesus, I hope you're not trying to sell that little white ass-crack of a house in the picture !!

Who lives in that thing, Oompa-Loompahs ?

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

DON'T be hatin' on my house!!

Just because we have to walk single file in the house and only use on lamp at a time, doesn't mean it's a bad house!!!

;)

Joanna Jenkins said...

Ahh Mrs. Hall, Very wise words indeed! Glad you have your mojo going.

Fingers crossed on the house!

xo

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

JJ: seriously, the house.. thank you for the fingers crossing!!

:)

Slyde said...

you go, girl!

man up with your bad self! :)

Poppy said...

Thankfully my ex-husband cared for much of the prison sex behavior of selling our shared abode. I never wanted that damn house anyway.

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Poppy: Yeah, at this point, I'm kind of nonverbal, just saying yes, sir, may I have another . . . .

So far, so good though. Seems to be going in our favor :)

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