Its not even eleven thirty yet and my day is already ruined. Its not the depression either I didnt wake up this way. I am so sick of getting attitude from my husband. He gave me attitude because the towles are in the dryer. Then gave me attitude because I forgot to put one of his kids doctors notes in her back pack and send it with her this morning. I am just freakin pissed. He does act like a teenager. All he wants to do is sleep all day, eat, hang out with his buddies at the fire house when he is not working, and work. Instead of attitude he should have had his lazy butt out of bed helping me get his kids ready for school. Or insead of running off to the fire house last night stayed home to help me do laundry. Or better yet instead of coming home and watching tv and then falling asleep on the couch actually doing some laundry. Or heaven forbid maybe take out the trash or do dishes. I feel like I am about to snap. I just want to scream, yell, and throw things at him. Or better yet just start tossing his crap into the front yard. He aslo just informed me that his fire companys banquet ( bunch of firefighters getting drunk off free booze ) is three days after my hysterectomy which I have to have done abdominaly. He actually plans on going while I may just be getting home from the hospital or still in the hospital. What can I do. I am ready to explode. Thanks for letting me vent.
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