I am a freakin' mess. Dh and I keep fighting about the house work. I can't stand it anymore. Two days ago, I asked him to paint Jee's room, we got into a fight, b/c he wants to wait for everything (I think I posted about this already). I want to get EVERYTHING done in the house (ALL cleaning, projects, etc.) BY June 1. He's like, "J***S C****T, Keri, what's the rush? Why are you in such a hurry? We have, like, 3 months until Kalia comes." I'm like, "OK, first of all, we don't have 3 months, and she could be here next month, remember Jee came one month early." He's like "Well, you can't go crazy at the thought that you may or may not have a premature baby.
" I'm like, "Yeah, I'm not... I'm just saying that it could
happen and then nothing would get done and besides, I have the energy now... I'm getting it all done before I get too big to do it all in my ninth month. You don't understand how hard it is for me now to get up and down, scrub floor boards, scrub floors, wash loads of knick knacks in the sink (kills my back, b/c I have to stand so far back and lean over); how am I going to climb step stools, climb on top of cabinets, etc. in my ninth month?!!!
" And this is how it's going for 3 days now. Then in a couple of hours, we talk civily, trying to remain civil to each other, and then it starts right back up.
: So, now I'm at an impass, where I feel like REFUSING to do ANYTHING more in the house until June, and then doing it all either very uncomfortable/in pain or with a newborn. Either way, the only one I'm hurting is myself. I'm so upset, I can't stand the bickering. My mom tried to help me last night, and moved all of the furniture out of the room (so dh wouldn't bitch about doing it), and there was a bracelet under her dresser, which my mom proceeded to scratch my pergo floors with. Dh saw it and freaked. He's like "If you would just take your time and think things through, shit like this wouldn't happen (b/c I rushed to do the room, instead of wait until the END of JUNE to do it). I'm like "Yeah, the bracelet would've still been under the dresser, even if I had waited until June." (My dh likes to "think-things-through" to death, resulting in nothing getting done, unless we fight about it first.) So, now we have a huge gash in our new floor, all the way across the floor.
Instead of getting myself all upset about it, I tried to just "let it pass", which he took as "I don't care." UGH!!! Why can't the world just. leave. me. alone.