The first shot has been fired in what I fear will be a LONG battle in Bubba and Aunt Ing bathroom remodel project.
Sunday - we enjoyed the Steelers game and some good Mexican food; then we went shopping, to Lowes to make some decisions. Now I will say Sunday, yesterday and up to 45 minutes ago today I would say they are the final decisions.... now not so much.
Why???
Because - Bubba and I saw a cool bowl for our big bathroom sink, it was on clearance, he said to me - go ahead and order it as it's on clearance! I swear to the high heavens above me I'm going to start recording EVERY freaking word that man says to me regarding this mess...
So, place isn't open on Sunday, forgot about it yesterday, called today and bought it. Called Bubba to go get it today! -- He called, in a complete SNIT, told me not to do anything else, because he found something like it at Home Depot for $50 less with extras... bla - de bla - blaaaaaaaa...
Long story short, called them back, said that my husband ordered one last night didn't tell me, can we cancel the order -- since it was about literally 45 minutes from order to cancel they were gracious. Aren't I lucky?
This boys and girls was indeed the opening volley in what will be a long and stressful battle. Two reasons, my husband is cheap and he has no taste. The man picks colors like he sings... off key and off center. Lord help me.
He tried to blame me over the phone that the reason we had THIS issue was because "I went to bed" and "I'm never home."
Did he say to me when I got home (at 8:20 after a meeting) that he looked up this bowl elsewhere, and did I want to see it. I want is noted for the digital record that I came home, changed my clothes and came back down stairs to spend "quality time" with my beloved pain in the nether -regions! Did he utter a word??? Did he say, sink, bathroom, Home Depot, kiss my grits or any other word to me??? If you're playing along at home, give yourself an extra 5 point bonus if you immediately said NO. Anything else -- go back and start over.
So --- thankfully no problem returned tended and done. I imagine the 'discussion' that will ensue upon his royal highness's arrival this evening...
I want cake for lunch -- is that wrong? Probably I meet with the trainer this afternoon... I'll be too tired to fight with him...
Stay tuned... this is going to be a long one boys and girls. Popcorn sales just went up.
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Not a good week...
And I don't know why...it was a regular week, work is work, had carpool Buddy for 4 of the 5 days, no pressing deadlines, no bosses to worry about...
Is it because I'm bored out of my freaking gourd??
Is it because I had an interview yesterday out of the dozen or so applications I've put in and it's a job that would offer no challenge or growth potential what-so-ever??
Is it because when I get in a room with my company management I suddenly have idiotic poop-spew of the mouth??
Is it because in a fit of - chill - before said interview I took an evening yoga class - only to have my idiot husband complain - because I was gone too long?
Doesn't matter if he had read the email or listened to the phone conversation all the information was presented to him - I swear I'm going to start making flash cards. Maybe if I keep it to under 4 fours per card he might catch a clue. Not counting on it.
Speaking of my darling life-mate -- will someone PLEASE try and explain to me what the heck is the major issue -- let me 'splain. Wednesday, I asked darling husband if he minded if I took an evening yoga class. He comes back with why don't you use the gym your paid for... I did, I do probably a WHOLE lot more than your fancy gym, next to your office, which is a 15-20 minute commute - ANY way... I said I did listed dates and times, and said if there are no objections I want to relax before said interview Thursday morning.
Wednesday afternoon, I am home regular time, I walk the dog, I clean the kitchen, I prep for dinner, I cook and eat my dinner, THEN his royal highness decided to come home. I made his dinner, put it in the oven and said I'll be back about 9 -ish (90 minute class plus travel time). I leave, I go to class, I liked it, I fill my gas tank, I get home at 9:25 - I am greeted at the door with "Where the F have you been?"
I look at Captain Crankypants - realize that class was just wasted and sigh, "Yoga class - remember?"
His pithy come back was "for 2 hours?"
I then methodically gave him the time line, I left at 7 PM it's a 15-20 minute drive to the yoga place, I gave myself a few extra minutes due to ending of rush hour traffic... the class began at 7:30 PM, it lasted 90 minutes, you roll up your yoga mat, you put extra stuff away, you get in your car and drive the same 15 minutes home, I stopped for gas, and came home. Would you like to see the receipt???
Having no comeback for the facts as presented, he went back to what he was doing, watching cars on TV and putzing on his computer. I loved the dog, made my lunch and sat down stairs on the couch wondering how the F he missed me?? Especially considering he didn't acknowledge my presence the entire 20 minutes I sat there...
Where am I missing the major issue in my husband's life?
I want to come home, and have dinner ready for me. I want to put my dirty dishes in the sink, and have them magically appear clean the next time I need them. I want my dirty clothes to magically appear clean and folded in the basket each week.
Well I've had that but I've had to had body parts removed, and chemotherapy for that to occur... no thanks.
I'm off to watch the clock move until I can leave work today...
Is it because I'm bored out of my freaking gourd??
Is it because I had an interview yesterday out of the dozen or so applications I've put in and it's a job that would offer no challenge or growth potential what-so-ever??
Is it because when I get in a room with my company management I suddenly have idiotic poop-spew of the mouth??
Is it because in a fit of - chill - before said interview I took an evening yoga class - only to have my idiot husband complain - because I was gone too long?
Doesn't matter if he had read the email or listened to the phone conversation all the information was presented to him - I swear I'm going to start making flash cards. Maybe if I keep it to under 4 fours per card he might catch a clue. Not counting on it.
Speaking of my darling life-mate -- will someone PLEASE try and explain to me what the heck is the major issue -- let me 'splain. Wednesday, I asked darling husband if he minded if I took an evening yoga class. He comes back with why don't you use the gym your paid for... I did, I do probably a WHOLE lot more than your fancy gym, next to your office, which is a 15-20 minute commute - ANY way... I said I did listed dates and times, and said if there are no objections I want to relax before said interview Thursday morning.
Wednesday afternoon, I am home regular time, I walk the dog, I clean the kitchen, I prep for dinner, I cook and eat my dinner, THEN his royal highness decided to come home. I made his dinner, put it in the oven and said I'll be back about 9 -ish (90 minute class plus travel time). I leave, I go to class, I liked it, I fill my gas tank, I get home at 9:25 - I am greeted at the door with "Where the F have you been?"
I look at Captain Crankypants - realize that class was just wasted and sigh, "Yoga class - remember?"
His pithy come back was "for 2 hours?"
I then methodically gave him the time line, I left at 7 PM it's a 15-20 minute drive to the yoga place, I gave myself a few extra minutes due to ending of rush hour traffic... the class began at 7:30 PM, it lasted 90 minutes, you roll up your yoga mat, you put extra stuff away, you get in your car and drive the same 15 minutes home, I stopped for gas, and came home. Would you like to see the receipt???
Having no comeback for the facts as presented, he went back to what he was doing, watching cars on TV and putzing on his computer. I loved the dog, made my lunch and sat down stairs on the couch wondering how the F he missed me?? Especially considering he didn't acknowledge my presence the entire 20 minutes I sat there...
Where am I missing the major issue in my husband's life?
I want to come home, and have dinner ready for me. I want to put my dirty dishes in the sink, and have them magically appear clean the next time I need them. I want my dirty clothes to magically appear clean and folded in the basket each week.
Well I've had that but I've had to had body parts removed, and chemotherapy for that to occur... no thanks.
I'm off to watch the clock move until I can leave work today...
Thursday, September 3, 2015
I'm not helping?!?!
My darling husband had a major health scare a while back - not the big C but you know wonky numbers on some blood work. You would have thought the world was ending.... ANY way... we're now a couple of months down the road, he's packing his lunch, I'm getting lectured DAILY on good eating habits...
Let that one sink in, his wife who had 6 months of doctor and dietitian visits, went through gastric bypass surgery and then a whole other ball of wax is now being lectured on diet and eating healthy. I won't mention that the person doing the talking is NOT the person doing the shopping, the cooking, the additional prep work -- etc.
Last night is a prime example, we had pasta - his approved pasta with protein and extra whatever. Fine. I made it, with jarred and doctored red sauce - I am not exaggerating when I say he ranted and raved for the better part of 10 minutes (until I opened my book and ignored him) about "not supporting his efforts" and "I needed to shop better" and "pay attention to what I am doing - this is serious".
Now I say again -- this from the man who's only contribution to the evening meal is eating and bitching about it. I swear one more word and home girl is cooking for one - he can figure it out himself. After all he knows it all --- right?
The other funny part is last night he's telling me 1) not to go nuts with the stuff for our get together on Sunday and 2) starts planning the menu. yeah... Ok pumpkin - go sit over there and hush up. Aunt Ing has got this - if we rely on you to deal with life little details we'll be eating 3 lettuce leaves and string cheese. No. I got this.
I am reminding myself he's leaving next week - I will SO enjoy the peace and quiet. I think I'll have steak - every night.
Additional bonus -- I am doing the lodge meal next week - it will go 6000 times easier without Bubba home. I can shop, prep and get stuff done without having to justify, explain or dodge "lodge crap" discussions -- it makes life so much easier.
Work is seriously dead right now -- so I'm searching for other stuff to do -- making work. ;-)
All right enough whining for a Thurday.
Later!!
Let that one sink in, his wife who had 6 months of doctor and dietitian visits, went through gastric bypass surgery and then a whole other ball of wax is now being lectured on diet and eating healthy. I won't mention that the person doing the talking is NOT the person doing the shopping, the cooking, the additional prep work -- etc.
Last night is a prime example, we had pasta - his approved pasta with protein and extra whatever. Fine. I made it, with jarred and doctored red sauce - I am not exaggerating when I say he ranted and raved for the better part of 10 minutes (until I opened my book and ignored him) about "not supporting his efforts" and "I needed to shop better" and "pay attention to what I am doing - this is serious".
Now I say again -- this from the man who's only contribution to the evening meal is eating and bitching about it. I swear one more word and home girl is cooking for one - he can figure it out himself. After all he knows it all --- right?
The other funny part is last night he's telling me 1) not to go nuts with the stuff for our get together on Sunday and 2) starts planning the menu. yeah... Ok pumpkin - go sit over there and hush up. Aunt Ing has got this - if we rely on you to deal with life little details we'll be eating 3 lettuce leaves and string cheese. No. I got this.
I am reminding myself he's leaving next week - I will SO enjoy the peace and quiet. I think I'll have steak - every night.
Additional bonus -- I am doing the lodge meal next week - it will go 6000 times easier without Bubba home. I can shop, prep and get stuff done without having to justify, explain or dodge "lodge crap" discussions -- it makes life so much easier.
Work is seriously dead right now -- so I'm searching for other stuff to do -- making work. ;-)
All right enough whining for a Thurday.
Later!!
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