It's Monday... I work at 4... my car has a flat tire... my husband has a meeting from 3-4.
I see several things going wrong today.
First off, Austin's meeting was scheduled after he already had my schedule. He says he had forgotten to mention it to me. Like I really believe that... So anyways, he called this morning and said he already talked to his mother about it and she will be over at 3:30. Um... HELLO... my house is no where near M~I~L ready. I worked all weekend.
Second I had planned on taking his car to work because, hello, mine has a flat tire. I ran over something on the way to work yesterday because I know it wasn't low when I left the house. Why you ask, because I had to drag out the air house myself and do it because my husband is worthless like that. He thinks I should take care of my own car. I tell him he should be taking care of me and that includes things on my car. We go rounds and rounds. I told him last night after he accused me of 'forgetting' to check that tire that from now on I was taking it to a mechanic to even put windshield washer fluid in it.
So that leaves me with the truck. You remember the awesome green truck. That is if the stupid thing will even start. He changed the battery just a couple of weeks ago when we were way below zero and I don't think he got the battery cables tight. He says he did. Let me put it this way; If they were tight you wouldn't have wiggle them before starting the damn truck.
Honestly. I think he just likes to argue. Yes I realize that they could be tight but still have a bad connection because of corrosion etc. All I have to say to that is fix it right and then you don't have to worry about it. Don't tell your wife 'Well if it doesn't start just wiggle this cable and then it should.' Do you know what that gets you.
Just guess.
That's right Shit on a stick for supper all week.
Let me tell you he is one lucky guy.
I got off topic...
Third- His mother. I didn't want to spend my whole day cleaning. The living room needs picked up and vacuumed, along with the dining room, the kitchen needs swept and mopped and dishes done. (I think my husband is allergic to dishes) The bathroom needs picked up also. Austin decided to give Mason a bath last night and now all the towels that were clean are now dirty. He had taken two of the folded ones on the shelf and unfolded them until they were just halves and laid them in front of the bathtub for his knees. It's okay I laughed too. Then he said he was getting Mason out of the tub and somehow dropped the towel into the water. So he got another one and got him out but Mason wouldn't let him use it to dry his hair. So instead of getting out a hand towel for his hair he got out another huge bath towel.
That is all 5 clean huge bath towels. We have more towels but we mostly use the huge ones and there is only the 3 of us so we don't need a huge number considering Mason has his own towels but Austin obviously doesn't know where they are. I really need to get back to that re-training. He is driving me nuts. I actually got mad at him on Friday and told him it doesn't matter how bad he actually does it still needs to be done and he will get better at it. Perfect example was the bath. Now if I could only convince him to do the dishes. I wouldn't even care if he did a really bad job. Sometimes effort counts for a lot.
Those are just the obvious things I see that are going wrong today. It does not take into account the whole multitude of things that will go wrong. Like Mason getting on the dining room table a hundred times or the dog marking my fridge because I forgot him outside. And Austin wonders why I want to paint the office pink. I am horribly out numbered by these inconsiderate jerks. I think I need a vacation.
Well I better go get my butt busy. I am only going to get as much done as I get done. I am going to start on my usual Monday stuff. The bedding is already in the washer. The bathroom is back to looking like my bathroom and not a truck stop. The living and dining rooms are ready to be vacuumed. The kitchen is ready to be mopped. There is a rank smell coming from the stove. Like actually from the stove. I have this sinking suspicion that my husband forgot something in it. I really don't want to open the door on the oven but it is unavoidable. I will have to. Next is to get the dishes washed and put away before M~I~L gets here. If I don't she will put them away and then I won't be able to find anything. Last time she actually rearranged my cabinets and forgot that I am short I couldn't reach the plates. Literally. Couldn't reach them.
Hope everyone has a better day than me.
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