Thursday, January 17, 2008

Pea Green Is My Signature Color

Gah! I just don't feel like doing ANYTHING today. Girl-Child had dance class and I considered "forgetting". I didn't. She loves it. And I've already paid for it. But still I just wanted to hang out in my jammies until I had to get dressed to pick Boy-Child#2 up from school. I know I just got back from vacation but it was filled with activities and very little down time. Even our down time consisted of board games. Which was all fun and I'm not complaining much it's just I need a vacation from my vacation. The first couple of days home required my wicked house cleaning and laundry skills. And grocery shopping. Don't forget the food. But now, the house is still cleanish and some of the food is still leftish and I don't really HAVE to do anything. Except for the things I have to do. And it's windy outside and the wind is cold and it would be a really gorgeous day if it weren't for the damn cold wind that bites, literally.

So, last night Mr. Farklepants announces that he needs to get his stuff in order to obtain a passport because he might be sent to France to meet these people and do these things, and some of that, and all of it work related and totally not me-related. In other words: He goes to France without me. In a few other words: I don't get to go. - And, while we're still on the subject of passports sort of why am I expected to know what is involved in obtaining one when I, just like Mr. Farklepants, have never needed one because I've never left the country except to go to Mexico 4 times and that was when all one needed was a birth certificate. And why, if you need a birth certificate to obtain a passport, isn't the birth certificate itself enough? Why the need for a passport then? - Did I mention I don't get to go? So while he's asking me if he needs this, that, and the other for a passport; and I'm answering "I dunno, still dunno, yes I'm sure I don't know", he stops and says "You're jealous, aren't you?". Perceptive. But I resort to lying. "No! I'm happy for you" said through a forced smile and with a little too much enthusiasm. My voice did that thing where it's out of your typical range and it sounds weird even to yourself. And really, it's not lying because I AM happy for him. It's just my extreme disappointment that I CAN'T GO far outweighs my feigned support for him, considerably. I am jealous. I'm not just jealous. I'm JEALOUS!!! So much, in fact, that it required all caps and 3 exclamation points to illustrate. I DON'T GET TO GO!!! So I say, what one only has the choice to say in a situation like this, "Someday we can go together". He says, "yeah". Which means...never. Why? Mr. Farklepants hates airplanes. To say he would rather grease himself up and swim across the Atlantic and across the English Channel is an understatement. He rarely flies willingly. It almost always has to be for his job and he must be getting paid for it. So, my friends, I need a vacation from my vacation but it won't be happening in France. Because I don't get to go.

8 comments:

seachange said...

The post office has passport forms, will submit them for you. Ours even takes the photos.

It's so hard when our Hs travel to places we'd love to go with them. I'm still waiting to go spur of the moment to Florida in the middle of January with H. :-)

ALF said...

My mom had plane tickets to go to France in February with my aunt and then my aunt backed out so now my mom's not going - you and she should go together!

HRH said...

I am married to one of those no fly boys as well, but he doesn't like the water either so swimming is out of the question. I feel your pain and will soon require a vacation from my current vacation. So sad about France...

Karen said...

Oh, the unfairness of it all is just so, so... unfair. That stinks. I can smell it the whole way out in PA.

dorothy said...

He can take a passport picture at Kinko's! I'll even do it for free ;)

Let's go to France!!!!

Madame Queen said...

Grrr. I feel ya. Mr. Daddy is in Orlando as we speak and he's there for 7 DAYS while I'm here. Granted, Orlando is not France, but it is 70 degrees THERE and 30 degrees HERE, so yes, I would like to be in Orland right now.

Oh, and my voice totally does that thing. In my family we call it "Beefy tones." There's a story behind that, but wayyy too long to go into in the comments!

Mrs. G. said...

Well that stinks!! I would be jealous too.

I'm glad I'm not the only mother who has "forgotten" things.

Tootsie Farklepants said...

Dorothy~ We totally should. That would be bon.

Madame Queen~ You should blog your "beefy tones".

ALF~ What's her number? ;-)

Sea~ It's mid January. Why are you still here? :) I think a gentle reminder is in order!