I'm just grouchy today. I have a million things to do and no time to be bitching but if I don't get this out somehow, I might explode.
Let me first say that yesterday was a VERY busy day. I had lots of stuff I wanted to get done and indeed I did pretty well. I did a million tons of laundry, dropped off dry cleaning, picked up dry cleaning in another town (close to where I was working), made a trip to good will and worked on thank you cards that we STILL had to finish from the wedding in July and the baby showers. I took the afternoon off to have lunch with a friend. The first thing that set me off though was my trip to Good Will. I had 2 garbage bags full of stuff to donate, a sizeable amount. DH had bought a defective remote control there for $4. I come in with my huge belly, lugging an enormous garbage bag and the woman there asked if I wanted to enter a contest to win an ipod for donating things today. I told her that we actually had one and that I would let someone else have the chance to win one. I handed her the controller and told her I'd like to return it since it didn't work but that I'd be back since I had more to donate. When I bring the other, huge bag of stuff in, she looks at me and says, "this receipt is over 7 days old, we don't do returns after 7 days". We bought the controller 12 days prior. I just stared at her. I mean, seriously, I just donated about $500 worth of stuff and you can't return my frickin' $4 controller that was purchased 5 days too late??? What is this world coming to??
I had a nice afternoon and was feeling pretty good. I worked on thank you cards for 2.5 hours and when DH got home we went for a walk with the dog. He ate as I continued to work on thank you cards and he read the paper. I wanted him to relax but there was a lot to do since my MIL is supposed to come over today. By this time, it was 8:00 and I was getting pretty sore. so I got in the tub (per usual) for a good soak. I asked DH to put away half the laundry if he had a chance. Let me point out that our teeny, tiny bathroom has no places to put anything so my clothes always go on the floor. Well, I soaked for a bit, got out of the tub, put on some PJs, went and looked at the eclipse with DH and got a snack. DH did not get around to putting the clothes away, he was playing his guitar.
When I went in to brush my teeth in preparation for bed, I went to collect my clothes only to discovered the cat peed on them. DH just said, "you shouldn't leave your clothes on the floor, it actually kind of annoys me". Great, that's really frickin' helpful. I clean up the mess, mop the floor and eventually go to bed.
I ended up going to bed after 11, which I NEVER do. DH had the alarm set for just before 6am. DH loves to snooze the alarm for 40 or more minutes and that's exactly what happened this morning. I just HATE that! At 6:15 I asked him if we were going to walk to dog and he said he didn't have time at that point, unless I made his lunch. Now, I have stuff to do today too and needed to leave the house at a reasonable hour and so told him I'd rather not be rushed, let's take her for a longer walk tonight (It's SO icy here, I can't walk the dog without him). So, to avoid being more frustrated, I got out of bed to make breakfast. The first thing I noticed was that the dishes from the dinner he made himself weren't done and the sponge was sitting dirty and wet at the bottom of the sink. The cutting board had food on it and the counters were covered in bits of food. Lovely. That'll be 30 minutes of doing dishes before I leave the house. Then I noticed as I was making my breakfast that the entire kitchen and bathroom smelled of cat pee - how appetizing. But I'm so darn hungry I have to make something to eat and take care of that first. DH finally comes strolling out of bed at 6:45, nearly an hour of snooze time. He instantly complains that the bathroom smells like urine....GRRRRRRRRRRRR!
So now, I get to sweep and mopped the floor, again, adding up to 3 times, once last night and twice this morning. I've washed the clothes she peed on, took out the garbage that had the paper towels I cleaned up the pee with and it STILL SMELLS, WTF?
I love this man so much but by this time, I'm at my wits end and it's 7:15 in the morning. I'm trying not to hormonally blow up at him and getting more and more frustrated while I wait for him to leave. I realize he's not left himself enough time to make lunch so, I do that too, along with all the dishes from the night before. I, once again, politely ask him to put the sponge in the holder that's ATTACHED TO THE SINK when he's done with it (although I still don't know WHAT he did with it since the dishes weren't done and the counters were a mess).
It's a good thing I love this man so much and that he knows how to handle me. Before he leaves he holds my face, looks in my eyes and says, "I'm so sorry you are having a rough morning. Try to have some fun today, I love you more than anything, thanks for doing everything for me this morning" then kisses me on my head, forehead and lips, gives me a big hug and leaves. That diffused me fairly well, but I think his leaving helped the most
Now I'm late leaving the house but at least I feel better to have ranted a bit.
Thanks for being a sounding board ladies, hopefully I can turn this bad attitude arround!
Let me first say that yesterday was a VERY busy day. I had lots of stuff I wanted to get done and indeed I did pretty well. I did a million tons of laundry, dropped off dry cleaning, picked up dry cleaning in another town (close to where I was working), made a trip to good will and worked on thank you cards that we STILL had to finish from the wedding in July and the baby showers. I took the afternoon off to have lunch with a friend. The first thing that set me off though was my trip to Good Will. I had 2 garbage bags full of stuff to donate, a sizeable amount. DH had bought a defective remote control there for $4. I come in with my huge belly, lugging an enormous garbage bag and the woman there asked if I wanted to enter a contest to win an ipod for donating things today. I told her that we actually had one and that I would let someone else have the chance to win one. I handed her the controller and told her I'd like to return it since it didn't work but that I'd be back since I had more to donate. When I bring the other, huge bag of stuff in, she looks at me and says, "this receipt is over 7 days old, we don't do returns after 7 days". We bought the controller 12 days prior. I just stared at her. I mean, seriously, I just donated about $500 worth of stuff and you can't return my frickin' $4 controller that was purchased 5 days too late??? What is this world coming to??
I had a nice afternoon and was feeling pretty good. I worked on thank you cards for 2.5 hours and when DH got home we went for a walk with the dog. He ate as I continued to work on thank you cards and he read the paper. I wanted him to relax but there was a lot to do since my MIL is supposed to come over today. By this time, it was 8:00 and I was getting pretty sore. so I got in the tub (per usual) for a good soak. I asked DH to put away half the laundry if he had a chance. Let me point out that our teeny, tiny bathroom has no places to put anything so my clothes always go on the floor. Well, I soaked for a bit, got out of the tub, put on some PJs, went and looked at the eclipse with DH and got a snack. DH did not get around to putting the clothes away, he was playing his guitar.
When I went in to brush my teeth in preparation for bed, I went to collect my clothes only to discovered the cat peed on them. DH just said, "you shouldn't leave your clothes on the floor, it actually kind of annoys me". Great, that's really frickin' helpful. I clean up the mess, mop the floor and eventually go to bed.
I ended up going to bed after 11, which I NEVER do. DH had the alarm set for just before 6am. DH loves to snooze the alarm for 40 or more minutes and that's exactly what happened this morning. I just HATE that! At 6:15 I asked him if we were going to walk to dog and he said he didn't have time at that point, unless I made his lunch. Now, I have stuff to do today too and needed to leave the house at a reasonable hour and so told him I'd rather not be rushed, let's take her for a longer walk tonight (It's SO icy here, I can't walk the dog without him). So, to avoid being more frustrated, I got out of bed to make breakfast. The first thing I noticed was that the dishes from the dinner he made himself weren't done and the sponge was sitting dirty and wet at the bottom of the sink. The cutting board had food on it and the counters were covered in bits of food. Lovely. That'll be 30 minutes of doing dishes before I leave the house. Then I noticed as I was making my breakfast that the entire kitchen and bathroom smelled of cat pee - how appetizing. But I'm so darn hungry I have to make something to eat and take care of that first. DH finally comes strolling out of bed at 6:45, nearly an hour of snooze time. He instantly complains that the bathroom smells like urine....GRRRRRRRRRRRR!
So now, I get to sweep and mopped the floor, again, adding up to 3 times, once last night and twice this morning. I've washed the clothes she peed on, took out the garbage that had the paper towels I cleaned up the pee with and it STILL SMELLS, WTF?
I love this man so much but by this time, I'm at my wits end and it's 7:15 in the morning. I'm trying not to hormonally blow up at him and getting more and more frustrated while I wait for him to leave. I realize he's not left himself enough time to make lunch so, I do that too, along with all the dishes from the night before. I, once again, politely ask him to put the sponge in the holder that's ATTACHED TO THE SINK when he's done with it (although I still don't know WHAT he did with it since the dishes weren't done and the counters were a mess).
It's a good thing I love this man so much and that he knows how to handle me. Before he leaves he holds my face, looks in my eyes and says, "I'm so sorry you are having a rough morning. Try to have some fun today, I love you more than anything, thanks for doing everything for me this morning" then kisses me on my head, forehead and lips, gives me a big hug and leaves. That diffused me fairly well, but I think his leaving helped the most
Now I'm late leaving the house but at least I feel better to have ranted a bit.Thanks for being a sounding board ladies, hopefully I can turn this bad attitude arround!
... I hope things are looking better for you today. (I'm not feeling sunshiny myself, so I don't really have anything inspirational to say... but just uhm, comisseration?)
i hope your day cheers up!!!
I still have to remedy the cat urine smell but I have some tricks up my sleeve to try tomorrow (before the snow hits!). Gotta love these pregnancy hormones, they keep me on my toes!
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. Thanks for the tip, I'll try it right away.
