I am sick. I had that moment yesterday where I suddenly felt like I hit a monstrous wall of fatigue, so I suspected this was coming, but fuck if I'm not irritated all to hell about being sick in the summer time.
My husband ripped the mirror off of my car earlier this week, then lost his keys two days later, then locked himself in our garage last night for a half hour and yelled at me for trying to help him get out the window.
But I did go see my momma yesterday. My sister moved her to a nursing home without telling me. She seems to be doing okay. She actually looks so much better. I think she's eating and taking a bath like she should now.
IIRC, this is a good thing, right? You had wanted to do this and your sister took her over?
I have another: this morning, H says, "I have something serious to ask you... but you aren't feeling well so I won't right now."
The worst part is that, because H is a total drama queen, his question could be anything from, "Can I buy a Lamborghini and run away with my new girlfriend" to "Where in the fridge did you put the yogurt?"
I am dealing with a man who second guesses every other word that comes out of my mouth. It's a sore spot right now because it feels like he doesn't trust me or my judgment.
I have been in charge of our budget since March. I know it pretty darn well. DH comments on a bill coming up and I said it was due on the 23rd. He insists on double checking it and I told him over and over again I was sure it was the 23rd. So he checks anyway while I'm sitting right there in front of him, and holy shit it's due on the 23rd! It's almost like I know what I'm talking about!
Post by Velvetshady on Jul 17, 2015 9:24:38 GMT -5
I'm in day two of sitting in a room all day with old, white, male, former military officers trying get them to focus on productive shit vs their piss fight over who has the biggest...err...ego. And I've got another full week of this coming next week.
And last night, got stuck on the highway due to a road closing because I worked a 12 hour day vs a 10 hour day. They were detouring people onto a one lane road. I really wanna punch at the damn entitled asswipes that a) think that flying down the shoulder is all good 'cause they got places to go and b) flying down the wrong side of a one lane road is fine 'cause all the people in front of them must just be happy hanging out. Part of me would have been willing to have the commute go from 3 hours (normal 1 hour 15 minutes at that time of day) to 4-5 hour if just one of them had served into a ditch because they flew up on a cop car. But I got home at 11:30pm, had dinner, went to bed.
Post by cattledogkisses on Jul 17, 2015 9:40:50 GMT -5
I have an entirely trivial dilemma. Lol.
The tall ships are sailing in this weekend and we're trying to decide if we should go see them on Saturday or Sunday. Saturday is when they all "parade" in, but Sunday is the day that you can actually go on board. But it sounds like there's more activities/stuff to do on Saturday (not that there's a shortage of things to do in Portland though). But the weather on Sunday is supposed to be nicer.
I've been having the worst insomnia. I think I might have slept 4 hours last night, nonconsecutively. And now I'll want more naps during the day, throwing off my schedule again tonight, repeat ad infinitum. (And I do know how freaking lucky I am that I can actually take naps when I need/want them).