Pissy and I don't care!

So...I have two weeks left until H-day. I'm looking around the house and I see so much crap that needs to be done. Unfortunately, all my husband can see is the trailer that he thinks needs to be done NOW in order to be ready for the last week of July. That's nearly 8 weeks away, folks! So, yes, I'm quite overwhelmed and quite pissed hormonal at the moment.

The kids are extra whiny. Maybe it's because the house is as hot as an oven (and we're not talking an easy bake). When I wanted the a/c put in, T told me that he "didn't want to do it" and didn't. I finally did get him to put one of the units into the kitchen window. How noble of him (major eyeroll). I remember his mom calling asking him to come put their a/c units in last year because his dad wouldn't. He jumped right to that! Perhaps the apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Jacob, bless his heart, went downstairs last week and carried up the very heavy window unit that is suppose to go in our bedroom. Instead, I've installed it into the girls' bedroom so that at least they will sleep at night. That still leaves one unit not installed that could (and should) be installed into the boys' room. I can suffer but I don't need to suffer AND try to deal with whiny suffering children as well.

The laundry is piled high. It doesn't matter that there are 7 people in the household. There is only one person that apparently knows how to do the laundry (you know, in addition to their own, as well as towels, sheets, etc.). There is also only one tub scrubber, toilet cleaner, floor mopper, and the list continues. And in addition to feeling a little under the weather, I'm feeling a little pissy. So...the shit sits! I'm not a maid. I'm not going to bust my butt when nobody else cares to offer a helping hand. I'm just not going to do it. So...if you happen to make an unexpected trip to our home and it's a freaking mess...I warned you!! The maid has gone on strike! Her return date remains a mystery!

Ironically, just after I initially posted this, I received the following in my email. Thanks Rhonda!!



Lawn Mower

When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first, the truck, the car, playing golf - always something more important to me.

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors.I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again I handed her aToothbrush.

I said, "When you finish cutting the grass, you might as well sweep the driveway."

The doctors say I will walk again, but I will always have a limp.


Moral to this story : Marriage is a relationship in which one person is always right, and the other is the husband.