Something HAS to be done!
I am cowering in the spare room, writing this on my phone because every time I pick up my laptop he says "oh. Are you going to do that NOW? I thought we would...". And then he comes up with something new. For us to do. Together.
Seriously. Together. Every. Thing.
God.
I love the man, really I do. But he waits for me to get home from work so we can have lunch together and then wants to know "what's next?". Last night when I was supposed to be blogging and watching Survivor, I was baking a cake. Baking a cake...
I just got comfy on the couch with my laptop and the remote, finally ready to do MY thing for a change...and this voice...
"Let's bake something. A cake."
I know what you're thinking. Most of the time, in my world, if someone says "we" or "let's" it means me. Not anymore. So, there I was, 8:30 last night, baking a German Chocolate Cake with my husband. Together, from scratch...sigh...
(Like I need more damned chocolate in this house)
And then - and then...he wanted...
He wanted...he expected to go to bed together and have sex. Together. Without blogging!!
I KNOW!! Quelle horreur!! See! I'm distraught. I'm speaking in tongues...sob...
And then today, we spent the whole damned day together. Rototilling the freaking garden, cooking dinner, doing dishes - together.
I tried to talk to him, I tried reason...I mean he shouldn't be so selfish, what about the children, think of him! What must he be thinking?
What would Oprah say?
Oh God, I can hear him coming...act casual...
(send help...I miss you guys)
He's got to find a job!
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Friday, April 24, 2009
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