It's quite a week in the Baggy household. Yesterday, young Pepper Pooch was two years old. Today is Baggy and Calum's eighth wedding anniversary. How are they celebrating? By doing nothing different, except carrying on with their lovely lives. Number one furry is away in his lorry and he and Baggy didn't even manage to speak until 11.00am, because he was working his socks off and Furry Mama was on the beach at Dunwich Heath, with the little pooch. No cards this year, or presents, because they're being frugal and on a budget. Actually, that's not strictly true, as Baggy's lovely sister Debby sent them a card. Does this matter Baggees? Clever Bird thinks not! At the risk of Creative Clara sounding stupidly soppy, Baggy's present is having Calum and the pooch in her life. And Clever Bird thinks that it's really important that she acknowledges that - out loud, as it were.
Baggy is well aware how lucky she is, and is very grateful that she has such a lovely life. And she also is aware of how fast that life passes. How can it already be eight years ago that Hormonal Hannah was having such a total meltdown outside the church, that poor Calum thought she'd done a runner and wasn't going to marry him? The total opposite was the case! Baggy couldn't believe that anyone would want to marry her, let alone anyone as lovely as Calum. She had accepted long ago that she would never be married, so to be walking down the aisle at fifty-years old, was all too much. Every time she managed to stop crying, the vicar asked if she was okay, and she started again - good old Hormonal Hannah. But if ever Clever Bird has made a right decision in her life, marrying Calum was it!
As for the pooch, being a pooch, means that in the short year that he's been with Baggy and Cal, he's lived through about a tenth of his life; his year being seven or eight of a human's. So heading to the beach today, and making his little life as happy as possible, is a number one priority for Furry Mama.
As is making Calum's life as happy as possible! Clever Bird has finally realised, after ten years, and the closest they've had to a full-on row in the last few years, that The Domestic Goddess needs to start living up to that title. On Sunday, Baggy decided to give Billy Bob Jalopy a good wash and clean, and a full wax, before the weather turns. While she was doing it, she thought that Cal was relaxing with the pooch, recovering from a hard couple of weeks. Apparently not! When Baggy went inside to collect new water, Calum was having a total hissy-fit, trying to fix a kitchen cupboard door that had fallen off. He asked Baggy if she knew where his power screwdriver was. She didn't. Calum lost his temper - at the door. But Hannah thought that he was blaming The Goddess for moving it. He wasn't. But she got defensive, then hurt, then cross. So Calum got frustrated, then angry. Hannah started to cry.
So what was this all about Baggees? Well, Cal was annoyed that the door would not 'fix', not helped by the fact that a) he couldn't find the right tools and b) he was trying to do a two man job on his own. Hannah thought that he was blaming her a) for moving his tools and b) for not helping him - even though she thought he was relaxing, and he hadn't asked for any help. A very upset, and now angry Hannah, said, 'Well, you only had to ask for help. I thought you were relaxing.'
An even angrier Calum said, 'I can't relax in that mess.'
'Oh, so that's my fault as well is it?' asked Hannah, as she stomped off in tears. Cal tried to hug her, but Hannah brushed him off and went and had a mini-meltdown on the bed. Her faithful pooch followed and curled up next to her.
Cal followed a while later. They chatted like grown-ups. In a nutshell, Cal's 'issue', is that he has OCD about cleanliness and tidiness. Baggy knew this was the case with his lorry, but had not appreciated (because he puts up with The Goddess's inadequacies), that it was also the case at home. Hannah, who thinks that everything in the Universe is her fault, when she's suffering from anxiety, and even when she's not, took this as a major criticism, which it wasn't intended to be. Cal knows that Baggy has barely had the energy to get through the day recently, his anger and frustration were with himself. They hugged and made up. Baggy helped him with the door. It was a nightmare. Even Hormonal Hannah could see why he'd got so angry with it. She too swore at it! Eventually, they succeeded. So every second that Baggy has had that The Goddess could utilise in the last two days, has been spent trying to make the house a relaxing space for Calum and Hannah to live in! This is where she's got to so far Baggees:
A sitting room to relax and 'adult' in.
A snug to relax and be silly in!
A dining area, that by tomorrow might even be clear enough to relax and eat a meal in.
Then there's the office - well all the excess stuff had to go somewhere Baggees! But with Baggy's sister's encouragement, and Baggy's love for her husband, she's beginning to turn The Goddess into a gang member, worthy of her name. Happy Anniversary Calum........
Note to readers (my lovely Baggees): For the avoidance of any doubt - every character in this blog is me!!! No Baggy was harmed in its writing.
Baggy's daily state!
Depression (Black = really bad/Grey = not great/Blue = okay/Yellow = sunny day): Yellow.
Anxiety (From 1 = barely any to 10 = gibbering wreck standard): 5.
Tears: Yeah - hopeless.
Baggy: 215
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