So, work has been a nightmare. I now have to go to mediation with this employee who has wreaked havoc on my office as the owners state that she "deserves" to have her grievances heard in a non-threatening environment. That meeting is Tuesday in an office that is about an hour further from my office; but on the plus side, the employee is on extended medical leave until the first of the year.

I started getting sick on Saturday--sore throat, then horrible cold with a barking cough, now vomiting and high fever. Because we are short two people now (with one on vacation and this other one out on leave) I cannot take off work. I am pumping myself full of ginger ale and cold pills and in general just praying to make it through work each day without too big of a disaster.

I got home last night about 6. My daughter immediately came in and told me she had to go to the library right away to finish her research for her health fair project and she needed a backboard for the project--which is, of course, due at this point. I fixed dinner and my H. was getting home as the kids were finishing eating. He was irritated because he didn't want to eat what I had fixed and because I was leaving, he was going to have to fix his own meal or go out to get something again. I left anyway because really.....I had a temperature of 102, was in and out of the bathroom and coughing up a lung, he refused to take our daughter out as he had worked all damn day (his words--like I didn't!!), and really just didn't feel like going, but she had to go.

Anyway, on the way home, I get pulled over because my tag lights are out and my tags expired the end of November. (I haven't had the money to renew them, which he knows). The cop was incredibly nice, giving me a work order and just asking me to please take care of the tags as soon as possible. He said he understands that people forget things especially this time of year, etc. etc. etc. I finally get home at about 9:45. My H is laying in bed on his laptop--refusing to speak because I guess I am being punished for leaving, then for getting pulled over, and ironically for NOT getting a ticket!! (Guess in my pathetic state I must have been flirting with the officer, hahaha!)

I throw his clothes into the dryer because he absolutely needed clean clothes (and I guess he forgot how to put clothes into the dryer and start it) and start to make myself some toast hoping to settle my stomach. As I pop the toaster down, the power goes out. He doesn't get up, just starts yelling at me that I must have done something. I ask him to check the breakers and he refuses. The temperature drops 4 degrees in the house within an hour and I am still frantically trying to call the landlord and alternately trying to figure out what I could be doing wrong with the breakers. (All while intermittently running into the bathroom as he complains loudly about me keeping him up!!) Finally the landlord answers and says he is on the way--it is now after 11 PM. Apparently the main breaker is located in the basement apartment and he will go wake my neighbor and get it tripped.

My H. then gets up yelling about how ridiculous I am and this entire apartment is and that I need to run down to the basement (which involves walking around the house, in the cold and dark, to her entrance and waking her). When I tell him I am just going to wait for the landlord because I really don't feel up to going down there, unless of course he wants to go down--which he doesn't) he starts slamming doors and wakes up the people on the first floor when he peels out of the driveway in his truck. After all this, he comes back and continues to pout and make as much noise as he can while I finally try to sleep. He then wakes me up at 2 AM having sex with me. I am so tired and can see how ridiculously petty, selfish, and juvenile he is when things like this happen. Just wanted to vent!!