It's type or kill him...

 These are my options right now.... everything has managed to piss off my darling husband lately. 

Last night - it was camp cake, I don't know by looking at two lumps of tin foil which one has cherries and which one does not -- OPEN IT AND FIND OUT.... like I did.  It is not so freaking hard to deal with life yourself.  But apparently it is... 

Today has been been very interesting my sister calls at 8:15 in the morning... she needs someone to be with her daughter while she takes the the 12th vacation this summer.  With her boy toy - this would be the second one with him. My sister's darling ex-husband doesn't want to deal with his own daughter -- so I volunteered to go up and stay with her.  I tell my darling husband this information -- his response.  So you're not going into the office next week?   No - but its not a major thing.

Then he says - why do you need to go in at all?  I said that the senior management is strongly recommended that we start to come in several days a week.  He basically asked why do I go it at all??  Because if I don't get out of this house for a couple of days I will murder him. 

I know what he is thinking - it is inconvenient for his royal highness to get home and take care of the dog before I get home.... poor baby.  You have to take care of a dog you wanted, do SOMETHING. 

Mom has texted she's going to kill my father so it might be something in the air lately.  My father forgot the beach chairs - she's stressed about the trip the entire process but she won't let some things go. 

I did tell him to unplug what ever has crawled up his ass lately and chill the F out... but we know that isn't going to happen. 

All right --- logging off for now... he's upstairs and frankly he stay there all night. 

Man-splaining

 No not a man explaining things to me... I am asking for someone to explain my man to ME.... 

This morning - my darling husband decided he wanted to have  full conversation -- with him on the first floor and me on the second trying to get into the shower.... there was a lot of "WHAT?"

AND he also tried to tell me to open the windows because the temperature was nice outside... its also raining cats and dogs from the left overs of Hurricane Ida.  What window would you like me to open dear?   I know you've been outside - that liquid stuff falling from the sky will come into the house if you open the windows - even if it cool and nice outside. 

I got no reply when I shouted that question from the second floor to the first... not surprised in the least. 

Changed my schedule this week - usually Wednesday and Thursday in the office now - but since I needed to drive today - cheapo said to go in yesterday and drive from here today... but considering the weather I can't feel too bad. 

It is now later, the bafflement of husband thinking has abated now I am struggling with other things work related,  I had a crap mid-year review and now I am faced with a year end review and I am finding this to be the 6th circle of hell... stay tuned. 

I worked hard to address issues with things that were addressed but I just don't feel like I am part of a team -and for me that is a serious problem. 

I think I'm going to take the dog for a walk - and breathe deeply.  

Later!

Ten AM and I'm already tired...

 I actually slept last night so why am I so tired?   I am sitting here in the basement working at home on a Friday - all good.  Bob is at the dining room table working on his couple of hours on Friday.  I have ear buds in and life is groovy - until something has set off my darling husband and the banging of chairs and stomping over my head has begun.  

My thoughts... it must be exhausting to be him.  It used to take a lot to upset me at work like that - now it really doesn't.  I get more frustrated with myself than anything else.  But I stupidly went upstairs  really had to go... and didn't say a word, I took care of business, got a glass of water, gave the dog a cookie and she smartly followed me back down stairs.

The stomping has stopped, but the muttering was on going as I made my way downstairs... I shut the door and put ear buds in.  Oh I still hear the chair pounding and stomping but at least the muttering will be minimized. 

Apparently "we" are still in a snit... of course 10 minutes into a meeting he's yelling downstairs - "I'm in a meeting!!"  now if the situations were reverse - oh the wailing and gnashing of teeth that would occur... but I digress... so meeting done, he's away from his laptop -- I call and he asked me for -- wait for it -- a stamp.

I asked you couldn't wait for me to come upstairs to ask for a stamp?? He said he wanted to catch the mailman... now our regular guy has been out for a while so we've been getting mail at like 4PM and he knows this and gets all cranky when I mentioned that there was a mail box 2 blocks away, another a 2 minute drive - and I said I would take it because I have to swing by the library and return my books today... and he gets bitchy because he said how the heck he would know that I was going to the library.   That is not the crux of the argument - it is you needed something right at this minute and regardless of what I am doing - you needed it and that was the most important thing.  Like a 4 year old. 

Heavens that is depressing -- but I've known that forever - I just keep it in the back of my mind and something when stomping and chair slamming starts again it comes roaring back again... *sigh* 

We both got home early last night - me because he wasn't sure he would get home in time to pick up the pupper from Doggie Day care, he did.  We went together, and as I was pulling into the garage -- and I decided I wanted ice cream - so down the road we went and got sundaes before dinner!  It was nice and fun... happiness!  Bob was discussing (yesterday) how happy he was with his schedule.  And see the flames of slamming this morning... I started to say lol... but more... womp womp...

All right -- back to work and avoiding Capt Crankypants.  Yeah we're back to that beloved title. All though we do see the Captain less and less so we'll take the wins when we can get them. 

Thursday Thoughts..

 Not nearly as much fun as Taco Tuesday but hey let's roll with it.  As I trundled and bounced in a Pittsburgh City bus on my way into the office today - several thoughts, one - why am I up and moving and doing all this?  and 2) wow - look at all the changes around me. 

 Not nearly enough caffeine in my system as the thoughts when  bounced about and landed and then wandered off as they felt so alone in my head.  But that's a topic for another day. 

Today, in the office, after a night that saw sleep elude me until the wee hours of the night - which made that early alarm a very unhappy idea. But up moving, made breakfast for me and the hubby and went about getting myself to work.

The city is working on every inch of the road between downtown and my office and riding on a bus with I think have no shocks whatsoever... is a bit - jarring.  Need to make sure that I have a very empty bladder before enjoying that bounce-o-rama 2 mornings a week.  

Had a great start to the week, and now as I slide into the end of week my get and go and got up and went.  Ouch. I will resolve to start strong. 

husband news is none - he was grumping on the couch last night - when I looked at him - he stopped... I think maybe he's starting to get that permanent cranky is no longer an acceptable emotion to have.  At lease when I catch him he dials it back.  Might be good for his blood pressure too... we shall see. 

Dinner tonight is Aunt Ing Surprise!  What's the surprise?  It's what for dinner... its clean out the fridge night - as trash goes tomorrow and I am afraid of what I might find in there... heavens help me.  LOL 

All right I have 20 minutes before I bug out early and finish my day at home, then we'll see what Friday at home holds.

Stay cool...

Well... been a while...

 I have been writing in the old fashioned way in a book but I've moved it and found I need to vent or I will be in trial for murder. 

I was feeling very resentful last night, his royal butt head got home from work - yes outside the house... 

Maybe I should back up as some things have changed since April of 2020, and some things have not...

ME - still working from home, still, yes but now only 3 days per week.  Yes 18 months of a lock down - in America... and now no one wants to commute anymore... serves you right.  Me I want to go in just to see other people - the dog isn't much of a conversationalist.

Darling Butthead - was laid off from job last March 2021, after they notified him in DECEMBER of 2020.  Yeah that was a fun 3 months... (insert sarcasm font here)

So panic was ensuing early this year with no job, but there was only 1 of us that had that issue, numbers are numbers, you can count them, all good.

 And it was - darling husband got a part time job with a smart start up, and for a few months we enjoyed part time work and two paychecks... one from laid off company and one from part time work.  Fast forward a month - down to 1 paycheck, part time but creeping up in hours -- AND he works outside the home.

So, I have my dining room table back and no more 9PM conference calls while trying to enjoy an evening with the boob-tube.  Ah. 

So here we are August of 2021 - new scare tactics of we're all going to die tomorrow if you don't get a shot and put a cloth over your face in 90 degree heat... yeah fun.  But I'm out of my house two days a week, and that is a good thing.  Unless I have to roll my ass out of bed in the AM - Aunt Ing don't like.  But I like seeing other people so it's a balance.  

Now I'm working full time, plus now taking on another job for about 8 weeks with lots of research and notes and what promises to be a very strange time difference.  more on that later. 

Back to last night's resentments... Darling husband worked a full day out of the house in an office, dutifully called his beloved wife to see if she needed anything for dinner.  I did not - for a change. I reminded him to call his mama as she has not been feeling well lately. 

He got home, dealt with junk mail, changed his clothes and sat on his ass... I took the dog out for a nice walk - even in the hot - came home, finished my work day, worked on my extra work proposal, cooked a fancy dinner that required no less that 4 pots... he was happy and well fed.  I was tired and cranky.  But I cooked, I cleaned and died when I went to bed last night. 

All right - enough for today but I will try and make this a more regular occurance. 

Aunt Ing...