Saying I've been cranky this week is probably an understatement. I've been the epitome of a bad mood. Some people may even use the "b word."
I can't explain it, but at least I acknowledge it. I've given everyone a fair warning around here, especially hubby, that he's better off just staying out of my way. You can't say I'm not honest.
And yet, he feels the need to irritate me.
He takes food off my plate. I hate people eating my food, my 4 year old is about the only one I share with. I'm weird about food, and despise people sticking their germy fingers onto my plate. I considered stabbing him with a fork.
He complains that he's the only one who takes the trash out. Let me clarify this for him, he's the only one who drags the dumpster to the curb. I take it out of the kitchen in the first place. Oh, and, I'm the only one who does the dishes, vacuums, does laundry, and cleans in general. I'm so sorry walking out to the curb is so difficult.
He comments that he's so tired. Last time I checked, he's not the one getting up with someone who can't sleep at 2 am, and 3 am, and 4 am. And he's not the one getting up in the morning. Yep, last I checked, he was the one who's been able to sleep in every morning for the last two weeks.
So yes, I'm cranky this week. It's just the way it is. Maybe next week he'll have a better chance.
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