So, this week, 5 days off again. We are on day 3. The DUNGEON, aka our basement has not been touched. Shelving has been bought - still not tended to. One side of the basement is impassible - you cannot get from here to there. The other side is a dangerous obstacle course and I have sworn off laundry until I get there without hurting my back trying to keep my balance. And so of course, laundry has piled up. Groceries in my mini grocery store can't get put away because those shelves are not yet up. He had my nephew put together our bed frame. Yeah, he has the mechanical skills of his father. Sorry boys, that means NONE. SO, one of the supports, let go - on my side - and has been on his honey list for a month. My back can no longer handle sleeping on a 45 degree decline. I sleep on his side when he is at work and Sunday night, I just slept on the couch. I suppose I could take care of it myself. I am more than capable of using tools. In fact, I was the only one who came into this marriage WITH tools. But it is the point of it. The point is he needs to help. This was his week to help. And yet - not so much. I suppose, he did notice my glances to the sink when we got home from N's football game at 8:15 last night - he loaded the dishwasher. Anyone want to bet on whether or not it got UN-loaded today?? My advice, save your money. It didn't.
Remember in my last post, I told you I sent him a text about the girls' room. Yeah, that didn't get done that day. So, yesterday, about 45 minutes before we got to the house after school (to pick him up for N's football game because he left his wallet in my car and no gas in his truck and could not get down to K-town for the game and so I spent an extra 80 miles driving) he started cleaning their room. Here was his answer - put all the toys in plastic bags and make the girls cry. Really? That will do it?? How did that work for ya when you did it with your oldest. Soooo, you know what I will be doing. I will be actually spending the time to put those away on Saturday AM.
So,back to today, he sent me a text while I was teaching. I responded over lunch and got one word replies. Really? Sorry to interrupt. So, I have him a call. His only real response, "Wow, you sound like crap!" Nice. Thanks. Probably because I am sick and get up before 5am to get your kids to school two counties away because your job has residency restrictions. Probably because I have to TALK to my juniors and seniors while my throat is on fire. Probably because I don't get to sleep while I am sick because I have to still grade papers, referee arguments, go grocery shopping, make dinner, fold laundry, clip coupons, create Prezis, answer emails. While you get to sleep.
And then my jealousy got worse. He was at his sisters having lunch. In and of itself - awesome. What makes it hard - he gets to do it without kids. I consider it a luxury to GROCERY SHOP without the kids. To do that, I go at 6am, before they get up for Saturday cartoons. And once again, there is something it gets to do without 4 muppets in tow. And I
But, sometimes, it still sucks.