Showing posts with label Hubby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hubby. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2009

It was half right

So last night I was wiped out! But I had to finish up my cookies for the job for today. Scotcharoos. But i was out of a couple things and sent hubby to the store when he took Tink to dance .

Me: Get EITHER Peanut Butter Chips OR butterscotch chips AND corn syrup.

Him: Which one of the chips?

Me: It doens't matter, they are interchangeable for this.

Him: Which one do you want, make me a list!

Me: Dude, it's 2 things you can't remember that?

So i made him a list: in which I wrote Butterscotch chips,
Corn syrup

He gets back, I unpack the sack, bring out chips - the milk chocolate chips!

Me: WHAT does your list say?!

Him: You said they were interchangeable.

Me: What does your LIST say?

him: (hanging his head) I haveta go back to the store don't I?

Me: um ya

Monday, November 10, 2008

Frustration 1

So this morning is a perfect example of my growing frustration at home. When I took the 2nd job, hubby said he would “pick up the slack” at home. And when I get home at 11:00 I am exhausted and go straight to bed, not because the work is grueling, many nights it is so boring you want to rip out your hair and count the strands, but just because it’s late, later than I usually go to bed and I know it’s going to be a long week.

As I am getting ready for work this morning, I put my laundry in the basket and notice that it is so full there is a tower going up the wall and I thought to myself it would have been nice if he could have taken this downstairs to the laundry room, but I didn’t say anything.

Move into the kitchen for breakfast. I usually make Tink’s lunch for her. Last night I specifically asked her to make her sandwich, and I got some lip back, but I was very clear that I wanted HER to make the sandwich LAST NIGHT. I open the refrigerator to pack it into her lunch bag – no sandwich. I said “didn’t she make her sandwich like I asked her to?” guess not. The dishes from last night’s supper are still out. The containers that they brought the food to the hospital in laying on the island now with caked dried cold cheese, hamburger still in the skillet, cups all over the counter.

I looked at hubby and said “What did you do last night” (obviously nothing) “Well I took the (new) clothes out of the bags (and put them in the laundry) and you said that you bought the wrong bras (sorry TMI) so I put those in the sack and put them on your dresser.” He’s now looking at me sheepishly and says “I guess, nothing” (no kidding)

I said trying not to cry “I think you need to find the 2nd job.”

“You want ME to get a second job?”

“Well this obviously isn’t working! We’re in worse financial shape now than when I started there 3 years ago.” And not to mention I am completely stressed out!

I grab my toast go sit down at the table, he makes pop tarts for himself & Boo. Tink finally come up and he starts ragging on her because she didn’t make her sandwich. ? I wasn’t going to say anything, just let her pay the consequences of not having done it. But no, he has to start ragging on her, she lips backs, he yells at her for lipping and says “mom doesn’t need this” and I sit there thinking WTH and just shake my head. Whatever buddy, don’t cover your own guilt by yelling at her.

And what really ticked me off last weekend was when he announced he was going hunting all day. WHAT, I’m going to go work all day, first Saturday morning at the bank and then my 2nd job and you’re going to go do what you want without any regard for anything else. Then on Monday when he finds out his boss worked all day I hear “well I screwed up, I should have stayed home and helped Boss” Ya think!

So after having just said (typed) all that, hubby is not a complete jerk, he’s just an oblivious man. This frustration is NOT the reason I so upset the other day, it’s just the easiest to talk about right now. Because we all rag on our hubby’s, it’s in the sisterhood doctrine.

Friday, August 8, 2008

Softball at 40

So last night was Church league softball for hubby. It was the first night of their season end tournament. Every year this man gets hurt. Shoulder, road rash from sliding, ripped muscles. Last week he took a line drive right to this left shin,….the good leg. Currently his right ankle is in a brace, having graduated from a walking cast from a fall on the ice this past winter. That, I might add, the nice people from workman’s compensation are paying for. I kept saying “you are going to screw up that ankle and we are going to have to pay for it” Last night, line drive. He got his right foot lifted just in time for the ball to smack him right on that big toe knuckle. He tried really hard to walk it off. I said to Boo – go get your dad some ice, he’s gonna need it. This morning the knuckle are of his big toe was swollen and there was just a little color between the big toe and the second toe. By lunch the color was crawling up his foot. I can’t get him to realize that he is not 20 anymore!

Tonight is hubby’s dad’s 70th birthday party. Hubby, the girls & his sister went down (to their town-about 25 minutes away) at lunch time and I’ll go down after work. They are going to golf & stuff, but someone had to stay home to work! LOL