I Need To Take Something Off My Plate

I Need To Take Something Off My Plate
I swear if I take on one more thing you’ll be hearing about me on ID TV.  No joke.  My poor husband is ready to kill me.  He is so close at this point I’m having to watch his hands at night to make sure he isn’t carrying a knife.  The sad thing is I can’t blame him.  Writing, jewelry making and collecting, working with my photos and videos, camera and all the apps I have, and now I’m painting flipping rocks and wanting to hide them.  The man is at his wits end.
You add to this our three daughters have decided to have issues all at the same time so we’re having at least one of our four grandkids one day a weekend.  This has been going on for weeks.  We love them and honestly enjoy them but for two old people who like to be quiet that does mess with our routine sometimes.
Now this last thing, the one with the rocks, may just be too much for him.  Even with it bothering him the man has honestly gotten out with me to hunt for damn rocks.  I know, I know some of you may have issues with rock hunting.  The whole messing with the environment thing and all and you think it’s best to buy your rocks.  Where the hell do you think those rocks come from?  I can show you where they come from.  Great big huge, and I’m talking so big you could put several colosseums in them, holes.  If that isn’t messing with the environment now I don’t know what is.  I pick up a rock here or there, mostly on our properties I might add, I can assure you I’m having a lot less effect on the environment than those you are buying in stores.
Sorry didn’t mean to get off on that subject but now it’s out there so I’ll move on and back to poor Buddy.  I’m an obsessive person.  When I’m doing something, and these do come in spurts, I’m totally lost in what I’m doing.  I sat here last night trying to get the sound just right on a video that took me hours to get it the way I wanted it.  This is the one he sat through, he wasn’t here for the one I did while he was somewhere else yesterday for a couple of hours.  Again the poor man.
Anyway if you hear of me being murdered by my hubby please have pity on him and buy lots of my books because he will probably need a good lawyer and they don’t come cheap.  I’m here to say he was in all probability justified or at least temporarily insane at the time.