My darling husband just called me - at work. He's had a light week, he's rested, it was a nice Christmas the man was darn near happy -- then came Friday December 30 at 9 AM.
He called - I'm at work, I have an office mate, who is also working today, the bug that crawled up my beloved's neather regions and laid a stink? Apparently he couldn't put his gym bag down on my dining room table before he left the house today because there is "crap every where".
Yes, you read that right. And when I asked why are you putting your gross gym bag on my dining room table was met with more anger and more name calling and just more of the "about to bust a blood vessel" anger than we've seen in a while. I refused to engage in his rant and respond in kind because well - I'm at work - with an office mate sitting right here and I'm not going to engage in that level of explosive temper that I felt bubbling, in front of witnesses.
Aunt Ing ain't stupid.
So, he ranted, I explained - work - office - not now - you idiot - yes, of course we'll talk later... I think I'll make a list. What I did in December and what you did in December. His list is easy - went to work, came home sat on his ass...
Aunt Ing, went to work, came home, baked, wrapped, organized, paid bills, cooked, cleaned made sure everyone was paid, including tips for folks who keep life living, oh yeah, wrote cards, mailed them, tended to other small details. so now because I didn't take Tuesday off to end to things like I had originally planned there are cookie tins and other crap on the table I haven't dealt with yet. I too, have taken this easy week to sit back and not do a great deal, you know except cook dinners, do dishes, tend to a girls' group thing, and plan for things to get done this weekend before I leave his happy ass for a week and not think twice about it.
And breathing - in and out - in and out - we're blogging - we enjoying the quiet of the day - we're going to get our nails done, then we will go home and deal with life.
I know what the problem is - he's got a massage tonight and she's coming to the house. Watch me care.
I will point out when I get home after a week away that the sink is full of dirty dishes and I will assure you when I leave Tuesday morning the dishes will be done, the dishwasher will be empty or mostly so with dirty dishes and ready to be filled. But somehow the ability to put a dish in said dishwasher is way beyond the computational abilities of one said spousal unit.
And everyone wonders why I'm not that excited that Bubba won't be traveling much any more... life is peaceful when Mount Eruptus-Idiotous isn't home much. If something gets left for a day or three it gets left and dealt with when I deal with it. And make no mistake -- it is I who deals with all of life's moments. My husband goes to work comes home and finds something to complain about. I ignore it and move on with my day. And blog - where he and my blabby relatives can't find it.
He's still bitching to me about the old one - which is mostly deleted. Oh I have back ups... I need to organize those, get them on a stick.
I know he's suspicions of that gmail account I have - piss off. I am allowed a piece of my own life. We share a freaking email - deal with it. And you keep it up more and more will go elsewhere and you won't know jack.
Not feeling 100% but better - I have things to complete work wise before I bug out early and for another week - Good karma for a new year means I cannot murder my spousal unit. A new fancy purse only buys so much good will... another pissy rant like today and you'll get beaten with said purse - full of large heavy metal things I will use to bury your whiny behind.
Not quite 100% yet -- getting there.
Happy New Year Y'all.
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