Irritated

Today did not start off well. I woke up at 4 a.m. cramping like a mother dog. I took something but decided to stay up and watch tv. Woke the hubs up at 5:30 and he was having muscle spasms in his back...but he won't take his muscle relaxers. WTF?

He said he needs to really stay home for a few months and recuperate but now that I am not working he can't just take off without pay. I mean what the hell am I supposed to do? How am I supposed to pay the bills ?
I was crying and he called me and we talked.
I was feeling better about things and I went to get some paint to touch up some walls that have scuffs, marks, etc on them here at the house.

I got an e mail from TC's teacher saying he called her a bitch so I decided to pick him up instead of having him ride the bus home. I picked up Sara too and took them to McDonald's. I talked to TC about not saying bad words at school.

Then I came home and showed hubs the paint. He flipped out!
He was mad because I wanted to paint! I bought the same color we already have on the walls so I am not sure what his problem was...but he said something like, "You don't even know how to paint!"
I was thinking "Did I not paint at our old house?"

Well, I was upset, naturally. I had already stressed out all day and I didn't think the paint was a big deal, I didn't buy crazy colors, just the antique white that we already have on the walls.
I came in TC's room and sat on the bed.
Hubs eventually found me and he said, "What brought this on? When did you decide to paint?"

I told him that I am going to paint when he and the kids are at school so what was his problem with that??? This went on for awhile and eventually he said that he feels the things I do HE should be doing but he can't because of his back. I told him I enjoy doing things around here and I understand his back is bad but he needs to get off my case.


I am going to make some independent decisions from time to time and as long as they are not detrimental to our lives, he needs to just deal with it. I told him his communication skills suck and he really needs to work on them because our marriage is suffering because of his ego!

I have reconnected with some old friends and I am enjoying myself and for once things are starting to be about me!!

I'm all out of love

Well, if you read my living in tx blog you will see how my week went last week.
Go herehttp://www.crazyintx-kristi.blogspot.com to read about it.

I came home yesterday and lost my shit on the Hubs.
I mean, HELL, he has laid in the damn bed for 4 days and as usual I am the one handling everything.

I took the kids to my sister's and come home and started cooking. Hubs thinks he has to come in the kitchen to supervise me. I asked him was his nut any better and his reaction, "Well, I think I need surgery."
Fuck me.
He is not even on day 4 of the antibiotics and it is a 7 day prescription.
I totally lost it and told him. I told him how stressed out I am.
How he never feels good and he never helps me do anything, even take out the trash.
How he wants sympathy 24/7 and I have nothing left to give after taking care of everything that has to be done around the house.

His reaction, "Well, I don't like feeling bad either."

I am so over him having something wrong with him all the fucking time! I really am!

I daydream about being by myself.
Living by myself with the kids.
Is this how love is supposed to be??
Because I am not feeling the love lately.

PMS, MP3, and rocking out

Oh yeah, my job ends on March 31st. I am counting down the days. My boss left me alone today. I am on my period and had that "don't fuck with me" look.

Plus my husband called me acting an ass and I had to go off on him.
He had the nerve to hang up on me and when I called him back he would not answer his phone.

Oh HELL NO!!

I sent him a text and told him about himself.
I came home and gave him dirty looks because I am a child like that.

Then I listened to my MP3 for 2 hours and chatted with Bina, my friend Jaime, and my Mom on Facebook.
While attempting to do a little homework.

I am a rock star.

Taxes and prickhead husbands

It's tax time!! I sort of finished doing mine online last night but I don't know my daycare amount that I paid in. I sort of guesstimated but they have to print me off a statement today. We have to fix our road and fix hubby's truck. It never goes far enough, does it?

Let me change the subject now.

Do you ever feel that even though someone loves you that they don't like you very much? Sometimes I feel that way about my husband. He pissed me off last night and I was like, "Okay then, see if I get up and start your damn truck tomorrow or fix your lunch." And under my breath, "Fucker!" Everytime he doesn't like something I say, he calls me big mouth or crazy. And those are my hot buttons, don't push them or all hell will break loose. I told him if he calls me either of those again, it will be the LAST time he does.

And I told my sister if he comes up missing, don't tell anybody he is up under the swimming pool.
Shhhh , y'all please don't tell either.
Thanks!

Started out shitty, ended up funny

Oh my God. My husband pissed me off so bad today.
I wanted to punch him in his face for real.
He is such a dick, I swear.
He was mad because he wanted sex BUT we made plans with the in-laws to have lunch at their house...so he was not getting sex right before we left. He was pissed at me and I was so mad that I didn't speak to him the whole way. Once we got there, I told him to stay away from me and he told me to not talk to him.

My reply, "No problem, asshole."

Luckily the men left after lunch to go look at guns and they even took TC. So my sis in law came and brought her girlfriend and we played Taboo. Sara was there too.

My sis in law asked did hubby still have his handcuffs?
I almost spit my drink out.
I said, "Amber, I don't think you need to ask me those questions with your Mom, my mother in law sitting right here!"
Then she busted out laughing and said, "Oh, I meant his numchucks!"

That was fricking hilarious.

Then, I had to try to get my team to guess the word "cockroach". I got them to answer the roach part, then I said, "Okay, this is another part of the word...and Amber's g/f said "COCK!"

O M G, y'all, I died laughing and almost fell out of my damn chair.
My mother in law does not talk about sex EVER.
And I am pretty sure she does not ever say the word cock either!

That was priceless.
And it put me in a great mood!

But my husband is still a jackass!

I have issues, he is perfect

Okay I was hoping for a relaxing weekend.
I think someone is out to get me for real.

My husband woke up bitching yesterday.
He says he is the most pleasant person to be around.

So. Not. True.
Well, I told him we are all sick of him waking up an bitching.
He lays in bed til' noon and then gets pissy if we are cooking something and don't come ask him if he is hungry.

Hell, he was in bed.
We thought he was asleep!

So we got into it and he proceeded to tell me how he is sick of me running my mouth and how I always try to put him in his place.

What ever.

Later on, I was doing some homework and he said, "Oh this house is DIRTY. Sara needs to clean it tomorrow."

Which pissed me off!

I got up this morning, was in the kitchen cooking breakfast and here he comes.

Hubs: Oh, those pork chops are not ready yet, let them get brown before you flip them over.
Me: Mmmhmmm

I cooked and then left his stuff on the counter.
Sara went and told him his food was ready.

After we all ate, I said, "We ALL are cleaning today, that includes the kids, me and YOU hubs."
(I got a crazy look)
I told him, "Hey you can make the bed while Sara works on her room and I do the livingroom and kitchen."

So Sara, TC and I are working away and I realize the heat is on.
WTF?
So I turn the heat off. We are sweating bullets!
Here comes Hubs cranking the heat up.
Hubs: Who keeps turning the heat off?
Me: I do! It is hot as hell in here.
Hubs: Well, I am trying to warm it up so I can take a shower.

I go into the bedroom and realize he never made the bed, he never did anything!
He took a shit for 30 minutes and then he decided to shower.
I was fucking pissed.

I went in the bathroom and told him that I am pretty sick and tired of him making his little shitty comments but never ever ever helping me out around here.
And it is not Sara's job to clean the house when 4 of us live here, hell I already get up at 4:30 every morning! WTF??

He gets out of the shower PISSED OFF. He starts screaming at me and then he punches the closet door. Which REALLY pissed me off.
I hit him in his chest and told him he is not tearing my house up.

That Mother fucker.
I was mad!

He says he is sick of my mouth and how I make his life hell and he doesn't want to live this way and he is leaving.
So I told him to go ahead and pack his shit but he needs to take a little bit of responsibility for his actions and choices.

Yes, I can be an asshole.
But my God!
He works 3 or 4 days a week, if he is not sick (He missed 2 days last week). And then he comes home and lays his ass in the bed and shits and eats and wants to fuck.

And in the meantime, I am running around here cleaning, cooking, laundrying, taking care of kids, going to school, working on WORK from home.
Come on!!
Who wouldn't get sick of it??

I told him that if he is so miserable to leave but he needs to think real long and hard because if he leaves, the door will not be open whenever he feels like he wants to come back.
He has 2 kids who he will see on the weekend and I will be the one raising them full time.
So if I suck so bad, maybe he should leave. But stop threatening me that you are leaving.
Think about it Mister.

And he said that he doesn't have any problems, it is me and my big mouth. And if I would learn to keep it shut, everything would be dandy.

Oh, sure, I am the ONLY one in this marriage who takes ownership of their issues.
I suggested counseling and he said that the man up above can fix any and all of our problems.
I told him ,"Do you not think I pray everyday? I pray for God to give me strength to be the best Mom and wife I can be. But he cannot fix someone who does not think they have any faults."

I am so glad he is perfect and I am the one who is fucked up.