Well, today I got up to go to work and realized the house is/was a pigsty. I didn't have time to do much, I just looked at the huge piles of laundry, the dishes piled up in the sink, the garbage about to spill over onto the floor, and sighed.
Being down about the whole situation sure doesn't make me more ambitious, of course.
But then, I called the house to remind DH to call in a refill on one of his meds, and there was no answer. So I called his cell phone and asked him where he was. "Oh, WE're on our way to the library."
Me: Oh, you and DD?
DH: Yes, I'm going to go find a job.
Me: (to myself) Yup.
Me: (out loud) Oh, GREAT!!!
Me: So where's Brenda? (That's DD's PCA, the one who's supposed to be there after school to help make sure that DD does her homework, etc.)
DH: Oh. I told her not to come today.
There are a thousand things I can think of regarding this. Clearly, DD is not doing her homework. Clearly, DH simply did not feel like loading the dishwasher, etc., to make the house relatively presentable. Clearly, he's not going to find a job. He's going to go there, look on line, decide "there's nothing out there" and go home. Clearly, cancelling the PCA should have been a joint decision. It always has been before. Why suddenly he feels like it is ok to just cancel her without hearing my thoughts on the matter, I don't know, I suppose it goes along with why he felt like whatever he spent that $160 on was so much more important than any bill I could pay with it, like car insurance.....
Today I'm fantasizing that DH finds me too difficult to live with and goes to stay with his mom for a few weeks. I know that won't happen, but I feel so good when I think about it....
Being down about the whole situation sure doesn't make me more ambitious, of course.
But then, I called the house to remind DH to call in a refill on one of his meds, and there was no answer. So I called his cell phone and asked him where he was. "Oh, WE're on our way to the library."
Me: Oh, you and DD?
DH: Yes, I'm going to go find a job.
Me: (to myself) Yup.
Me: (out loud) Oh, GREAT!!!
Me: So where's Brenda? (That's DD's PCA, the one who's supposed to be there after school to help make sure that DD does her homework, etc.)
DH: Oh. I told her not to come today.
There are a thousand things I can think of regarding this. Clearly, DD is not doing her homework. Clearly, DH simply did not feel like loading the dishwasher, etc., to make the house relatively presentable. Clearly, he's not going to find a job. He's going to go there, look on line, decide "there's nothing out there" and go home. Clearly, cancelling the PCA should have been a joint decision. It always has been before. Why suddenly he feels like it is ok to just cancel her without hearing my thoughts on the matter, I don't know, I suppose it goes along with why he felt like whatever he spent that $160 on was so much more important than any bill I could pay with it, like car insurance.....
Today I'm fantasizing that DH finds me too difficult to live with and goes to stay with his mom for a few weeks. I know that won't happen, but I feel so good when I think about it....