Holidays are times for love, warmth, and making memories - unless you have a SO. In which case, you have a lot to say in order to make it to Christmas (or whatever your holiday of choice is). Which makes me wonder why I don't hear more venting about in-laws coming for Hanukkah.
*Significant Other Soundoff
Re: SOS*
We had plans to go to a historic dance hall out of town to see Jerry Jeff Walker with college friends of mine in a couple of weeks. Awesome hotel on the river, no kids. For the first time in more than three years DH and I were going to have a night to ourselves out of town.
Instead, DH will be in NY for work and he had already told his parents we were not going, so they made other plans so I cannot even get a break while they babysit or go alone.
He also worked the day before Thanksgiving, knowing I could not take off, and DS had no school. Oh, and I was hosting 21 people, only one of whom was my mom - the rest were DH's side of the family.
I am just over it. I get no breaks.
Here is my SOS. DH is just like his parents in not taking care of himself and never going to the doctor. He has some weird thing going on with his skin and when it first popped up I told him to get to the dermatologist and not procrastinate (which he always does). So he gets all defensive and says "I'm not going to blow it off. If it's not gone in a couple of days I'll call the doctor."
So I am determined not to intervene or make an appt for him because he was so pissy about it and adamant he would take care of it. It has now been three weeks. He is not miraculously better (surprise, surprise) and this morning he asks me to take a look at it for him again. I am not a f*cking doctor, I have no idea what it is, and if you have me look at it you're just going to end up bitching at me again for telling you to go to the doctor. SMH.
Mine is minor, but annoying. DH went in my purse to get advil the other day. Told me he was doing it, instead of walking upstairs to get advil. Great, no problem. I get off an annoying, way too long conference call this morning with a headache, head to the purse to get advil, the bottle is EMPTY. Who does that?!
H (<yes, that is right no Dear for him) bitches more than anyone I know about lack of sleep.
Last night DD 2.5 wet the bed. It was the first time doing it and she was hysterical. He was so annoyed that he was tired and we couldn't get her back to sleep. I finally didn't want to deal with 2 children throwing a fit so I took her into the guest room and we "slept" together the rest of the night. Between her wanting to talk to me, play with the dog, hide under the cover, I probably got around 3 hours total sleep. H threw a huge fit when I woke him up with morning after his blissfull 7 hours of uninterupted sleep and has been complaining all day about being tired.
I want to throat punch him.
I snapped at at him and said "You get up, get dressed, and walk out the door...I DON'T GET TO DO THAT!" This was after I cleaned up the house last night while he worked late and did the dishes early this morning. He also had the nerve to walk in the door just after bedtime and say "You didn't have a chance to make anything in the 3 hours since you've been home?". 1. I didn't get home on time because traffic was a b@tch and I had to stop for gas 2. I had to get the kids bathed and fed 3. The one with an ear infection requested three different meals before she ate, which I conceded to since she doesn't feel good. So when you walked in the door and I had sat down with the sick DD4 after getting the younger two to bed because she wanted mommy to snuggle with her and you comment on the lack of dinner, F U!!
Man that felt good! It's been such a crappy week...