Yeah, I can't say enough how much disdain I have for terms such as "Mr. Mom" and that shit.

Is it a stomach *calmer* or if I took some every day would things stay chill in there?

It's a calmer. Don't know how it would work as a preventative.

New bf is apparently something of a neat freak. That makes two in a row for me, oy. I try to be clean and I'm working on being tidy, but I have pretty lax standards. My roomie and I are amazingly well matched on this subject, which is nice. If one of us slacks, the other steps in, and we thank each other.

(it is)

So my doctor has got me on a megadose of Vitamin D.

Is it Rocaltrol (or the generic Calcitriol)?

Is it Rocaltrol (or the generic Calcitriol)?

It just says Vitamin D oral, made by a company called Pliva. I'm sure it's a generic.

ergocalciferol, after a quick run through a pill identified website.

Well, sadly, I'd probably get plenty of chances to use it to soothe my stomach...I swear it's like having Coultergeist in there sometimes...will have to try it when I buy cranberry pills again.

It just says Vitamin D oral

Then I do not know. I take rocaltrol (it's a synthetic vit. D).

I'm a little neater than D., but he is way absent-minded, and knows it. I am fine with doing the household laundry; he does his laundry. But I am laissez-faire about household chores, until I get to a point where I can't stand it, then I am all "MUST CLEAN EVERYTHING NOW."

I pretty much act as the director, and while I am mostly ok with that, as it suits my control-freak personality, I worry about becoming a nag. I do NOT want to do that.

Talky today.

Eggs: Quiche or deviled. Not that fond of scrambled, but if you add cheese it works. Over easy in a runny fried egg sandwich.

Housekeeping: DH and I always thank each other for doing chores. If I cook dinner every day he lavishes me with praise for cooking for him like I never have before. Married 20 years in another couple weeks and he still is appreciative for the little stuff, as am I.

H does all the cooking. And I lavish praise upon him for that. He does all the shopping, unless I forcibly wrest the list from him, or sneak off and shop by myself. But then he's a bit of a control freak, so I indulge him in areas I'm not so invested in. It makes him happy to see me clean, so I wield the duster like enticing foreplay, glancing coyly at him from the corner of my eye. Hey, 42 years, we figured out what does it for us. Shush, you, I was a child bride.

He does all the laundry, except what delicates I hand wash.

He cleans some things, but seems to feel the vacuum and mop are my destiny. Eh. Sometimes I indulge him.

I do cleanup after he cooks, except for the babied pans he wants to hover over my shoulder and make sure I don't abuse with a harsh cloth or inappropriate rinsing. He gets to do those. If he starts to supervise when I'm doing any household chore, I down tools and walk off immediately. I do it or he does it or it doesn't get done. I don't supervise him, he returns the courtesy.

He's Type A and was eyebrow deep in work till our kids were mid-teens, at which point he became SAHCaregiver to them and my dad and I was primary--and for a while, sole--breadwinner.

We have never had a conventional lifestyle, but it seems to be working thus far.

And pristine firm *white* egg whites fried gently in butter with molten golden centers, served with my mom's recipe buttermilk biscuits drenched in melting butter to sop up the yolks? Food.of.the.gods. H mastered the biscuits, too. Love that man.