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!
I HATE THIS! Everybody knows what they are talking about, except me apparently. If my H excitedly says one more thing that someone told him, that I said a month ago, it's gonna get really real.
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!
I HATE THIS! Everybody knows what they are talking about, except me apparently. If my H excitedly says one more thing that someone told him, that I said a month ago, it's gonna get really real.
I once came damn near an iammalcolmx suit slide because H didn't give me credit for putting a doorknob cover on a door in our laundry room. H thought I had lost my mind and basically hid in a dark corner for a while until I regained my sanity, but there was a history there and I finally just lost my shit.
IIRC, this is a good thing, right? You had wanted to do this and your sister took her over?
The nursing home itself is a good thing. I had tried a few summers ago to move her into an elderly apartment complex and had her on the path to go into a nursing home from there. My sister basically came and took my momma saying that she wasn't going to live some where like that. Now she's sick of dealing with momma and put her in a nursing home. The last few times I've visited her her hygiene has been terrible. I'm glad she's at the nursing home. My sister basically dropped her off and then left the state for a week long vacation. She didn't tell my brother or myself when or where this was happening. I found out through a phone call from my daughter who saw it on FB.
My daughter told me some stories that she heard from momma's hairdresser. The lady also does my ex MIL's hair. The person who was being paid to take care of momma during the day was doing a shitty job. That person is also my sister's SIL.
Overall, I'm glad my momma is safe and being cared for. I'm just pissed about the way everything was handled.
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."
H came to bed the other night at 11:30 (I'd been in bed asleep since 10) and wakes me up to say, "Should I stay in academics?" He's lucky he didn't get throat punched and that I just told him that after I'd been asleep for an hour and a half was NOT the right time to bring up possibly changing our entire future.
The good thing about this is that will impact how you file your taxes in 2016. It might be worth doing it sooner if you can, just to leave a little wiggle room. You can PM me if you want.
See my post yesterday about my SIL comparing Caitlyn Jenner to the husband from the Munsters wearing a dress and calling Caitlyn a shim. Add a few more jaw dropping memes on her page. Proceed with face punching.
Scout'sHonor It wasn't too bad! I think the hottest it got was 104, and we were just lying by the pool in the shade drinking all afternoon, so we didn't feel it. Nighttime was PERFECT.
Post by sparrowsong on Jul 17, 2015 10:52:55 GMT -5
A couple months ago I got a bill from the IRS, saying I owed more on my 2013 taxes, because of something that happened on one of my student loans that year. Grumble, grumble I paid the extra amount even though I wanted to say, "this is from the tax season over a year ago. Your time is up for do-overs!"
Today I get a bill. Apparently because they adjusted my amount by the amount I just sent them, I now owe an additional $35 in interest.
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!
DH has started doing things like this, too, but more like asking me if i did something or why I did something. Mostly kid-related, though. I swear, next time he does it, I'm going to blurt out something like "what did i do wrong now?"
He'll get butt hurt but i don't really care anymore.
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!
I HATE THIS! Everybody knows what they are talking about, except me apparently. If my H excitedly says one more thing that someone told him, that I said a month ago, it's gonna get really real.
Ditto - I get so salty at DH when he doesn't trust what comes out of my mouth and has to look it up elsewhere to verify or ask someone else.
Post by downtoearth on Jul 17, 2015 11:32:32 GMT -5
I just ate a pretzel roll for breakfast - those things are addictive. I really wanted to warm it up in the toaster oven and sprinkle a little rock salt and butter on top.
My sister just visited for 9 days, I love her and had fun, but I also am glad to have our summer back to just our local family. I feel no obligation to even see my parents or other in-state sister for like the next 4 weeks.
I'm doing a new thing at work that is really hard and complicated and no one in our group has ever done it before and I'm totally freaked out about it. And then I asked one tiny question of my team just to confirm some nomenclature and now the whole thing is blowing up and they're making changes and it's enraging me. You fucking signed off on this whole things months ago and you wait until I'm neck deep in shit and want to start making changes. I CAN'T HANDLE THE STRESS!!
MH. I swear to go, he is the biggest drama queen ever.
He's trying to take care of paperwork to buy his boss's boat today. (anybody want to buy our old boat?) So he had me sign a bunch of shit ahead of time and then went to a tag and title place this morning. Apparently we missed a signature. So he started calling my phone and literally called me 12 times. 12 missed calls. And then called my main office number and had me paged.
I WAS IN A FUCKING MEETING.
So I get called out of my meeting to take this SUPER URGENT CALL that turns out to just be him saying, "hey, I need you to sign this thing, I'm on my way to your office."
And! AND! AFTER HAVING ME PAGED OUT OF MY MEETING he had the fucking balls to be pissy with me. "where were you!? why ddint' you answer your phone???"
I thought something happened to the kid or the house was on fire or he was hurt.
I want to punch myself in the face. I am so indecisive. I am flying to Seattle tonight with my girls (ages 4.5 and 6.5) and I cannot decide whether to bring their car seats on the plane, gate check them, or check them as baggage. Seriously have changed my mind 15 times.
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
"Hello babies. Welcome to Earth. It's hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It's round and wet and crowded. On the outside, babies, you've got a hundred years here. There's only one rule that I know of, babies-"God damn it, you've got to be kind.”
I took today off as a mental health day (so very needed). But I'm dreading Monday when my snooty, nosy cw asks what I did on my day off, because she will. She'd judge "ran errands, wandered through the school supply section (I love new pens), went to the library...." so I'm thinking about just saying I did "things and stuff" which will make her head explode, lol. But I'm enjoying my day.
And! AND! AFTER HAVING ME PAGED OUT OF MY MEETING he had the fucking balls to be pissy with me. "where were you!? why ddint' you answer your phone???"
I thought something happened to the kid or the house was on fire or he was hurt.
MH does this to me, too. I've lost it more than once on him regarding this issue.
He does the calling my phone on repeat when I don't answer thing pretty often - not usually a big deal because if I'm somewhere I can't answer it's just on silent and I ignore him. The having me paged thing was a whole new level of STOP IT.
Because then I come back to the meeting and all these guys are like, "is everything ok? do you need to leave?" and I had to be like, "no, it's fine. that was not in fact nearly as urgent as MH seemed to think it was." It was fucking embarrassing.
Post by mrsukyankee on Jul 17, 2015 12:06:55 GMT -5
My H has been complaining about being all exhausted after his work trip to NYC. So, of course, he had to go out with the guys last night and stayed out until midnight. He came home very toasty and wanting to chat and tell me how wonderful I am - I went to bed. I think he finally made it upstairs by 1ish, maybe 1:30. And then my dog came barking in my face at 5am because he had to poop. And then came in licking my face at 7:05 when I was trying to sleep in (H gets up at 7am and forgot to fully close the door). I'm tired. And bitchy. And hungry.
Yesterday I was in the office, and as I was coming into the main office, I heard a voice say "I love otters! They are my favorite because they are so cute!" I only heard, not saw the person, so as I walked in, I said "Otters are horrible, disgusting creatures."
Yeah. It was my boss's 8 year old daughter. Everyone there was like "Why?" and I had to stammer out some bullshit about them being horrible because they are so cute but wouldn't let you pet them. Because I figured my boss wasn't going to be down with me explaining otter rape to her 8 year old.