Moving Rewards: Ben & Jerry's

If someone told you that you could live a long and fruitful life raising your child for eighteen plus years and then bequeath them to the world to be alone in your home with the blinds pulled and your pets gathered around and the only intelligent conversation you will have would be "Would you like paper or plastic?" at the checkout counter, wouldn't you too just want to climb into the ice freezer at your local grocer's with a butcher knife and dare the fuckers to take your Chunky Monkey from you?

May the gods strike anyone dead in those times of need when I'm having my monthly affair with those two guys!(Ben and Jerry in case you're a little slow to the take) And if they don't have something that moves me then well.....game on!! I am lactose intolerant to a small degree and if I'm gonna fuck up my night I might as well enjoy it a naughty bit! There are so many reasons one craves cherries and chocolat or fudge and coffee with Heath bars but whatever reason you don't want to come to blows in the middle of them and their desire! I feel a "B n J momo" coming on as I have been frustrated with all I have to do to move! I know I will need to de-stress, but I am denying myself that reward(delayed gratification is a wonderful thing)for my misbehavior until I know I have done something worth rewarding! Talk about mental! I even "toy" with myself a bit just for something to do! I still have to go to my kid's school and get a hold of my lawyers and sort through a two-bedroom condo's worth of shit and make it small enough to fit in one room at my bros! I stare at a wall of clothing I don't hardly wear and I am sick with myself at having amassed so much and wonder, if I had all that cash back, what kind of house I could be staying in instead! Maybe one with this huge deluxe bathtub big enough for 4 adults or one very fat and happy Mobe to sprawl out in and float in her trance and sleep soaking in rose and eucalyptus oils. I am infatuated with bathrooms and kitchens! I rarely inhabit my own living room and prefer to "live" in my bedroom and to play in my kitchen and to meditate in the bath!

So the great wall of Mobe will fall by the end of next week(hopefully)and the era of a hoarder shall wane. My pots and pans will get boxed up and put in storage and along with them most of my dishes and furniture outside of beds and bookcases. I keep telling myself we will be happy, and for the most part believe it, but I am also worried I might have to be there forever and never see my things again! lol I still have stuff in storage that my wonderful ex hubby to be, number 3, wouldn't help me get and unpack. I hate it...I never wanted to have 3 sets of dishes and such but it gets piled up. Funny how you can live a life with someone and what you want matters not to the point of each of you amassing too many repeat things! Putting them in storage and then needing something immediately, but not having access, it was always just quicker to go to "Uncle" Wally's(Walmart)and get what was missing but not lost!

This week there is no time to feel sorry for myself and do nothing. My bedroom is first and then so on and so forth! If I make it through over half the house then off to the grocers to get me a good belly ache and a happy tongue as my reward!(the things I do for chocolat!) lol~mobe's love to you all and her all to her loves...anybody wanna help?(free pint of B n J's if they come and stay the week and help me knock this out!-don't worry includes meals and a couch and company too, and if you're cute who knows...lmao)