First of all, remember that I mentioned in my post yesterday that my expectations for Jim was ramping up. With him in week 4 of post-surgery, I expected him to A) get up at a reasonable hour; B) NOT nap through the day and C) do the jobs I set for him. Guess what happened yesterday? Essentially none of that. Well, maybe he didn't nap but that's only because he spent most of the morning in bed apparently. The jobs I had set for him? He went to Costco and Aldi and that's it. He didn't vacuum; didn't make the phone calls he needed to; didn't get his contacts (that have been ready since before surgery), didn't clean his room, didn't walk Boo before I got home. ARG!!! Needless to say, I was pissed when I got home. I'm so sick of having a shitty husband!
Then, at 3:00 AM (an hour before I was set to get up) Jim stands in the doorway of the guest bedroom - basically in the doorway of our bedroom - and proceeds to cough for 10 minutes and blow his nose. I finally got out of bed and said, "What the fuck is going on!?" Jim goes, "I'm coughing." Me: "Well, why the fuck are you coughing at 3:00 in the morning while I'm 10 feet away without thinking I have to wake up in an hour!?" So fucking rude! I mean, fuck!
THEN!!! I get up, sit and have some coffee before getting on the elliptical and I see I have a text from my neighbor. It says (at 8:30 last night after we had already been in bed) "Your garage is open". Because of course, Jim left the garage open all night! This after I had to tell him 3 or 4 times to put his shit away that was sitting in the driveway because it was going to rain overnight. Of course he got his shit put away and then just left the garage open. I went upstairs and said, "You left the garage open all night!" And Jim said, "Oh shit! I did?" Me: "Yeah, ya did because you're a fucking asshole!"
I know...I'm a fucking bitch and hell on wheels but what the fuck!? Needless to say Jim is in a world of trouble. He's on my shit list so bad! I mean, I'm livid and so sick of his inconsiderate bullshit. Why is it okay for him to just make me to everything!? I want to be like, "Don't you feel like an asshole that you don't do anything around here!? Stop being such a lump of shit!" Not that I want to make him feel bad but really, I kind of want to make him feel bad!
And then I feel bad because I think, "Why is he coughing so bad? Ugh! Is this the cancer!?" Well, he has a scan on Friday so I guess we'll know then if something is up and we'll know then if I'm truly the asshole I seem to be.
But just to be clear, if I come home and the shit I expect to be done isn't done? And I mean all of it? He's going to get his ass beat! It's not going to be pretty!
I wonder why I have a pounding headache this morning...hmm.
Okay well, that's all I've got. I guess I'll get to work. I mean, I'd almost rather be there where I don't have Jim so near with the temptation to just go up and start yelling at him. Ugh! K - happy Wednesday. Later!
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