Monday, March 26, 2007

Some *grrrrrr* moments.....

I've been rather frustrated with DH the last couple of days....

First off, (going to put the worst little grrrr moment last in this line-up, for the sensitivity of the few guys that read here, even though it SHOULD be first) I asked DH to figure out what he wanted me to make for dinner when I got home from work yesterday. I work 4-1/2 hours on Sundays, right smack in the middle of the day. We've got plenty of food in the house, all DH had to do was figure out what he wanted for dinner, and take it out if it needed to be thawed. I'd make it when I got home. I get home, and ask him what we're having for dinner. He says "Oh, we've got that lobster in there, I want you to make that." Ok, but what does he want made WITH it??? I mean, it's these tiny chunks of "squat lobster". It's NOT a full meal in and of itself.

No clue. Not a one. "Well, maybe you can make some sort of pasta." *sigh* I reminded him that he's been adamant lately that he's sick of pasta (I buy that boxed Pasta Roni a lot, because there are some good flavors & they're easy to make to accompany a main-dish that takes longer), so I haven't bought any the last couple of times I've gone go the grocery store. He started grumbling about how I should have bought some, so we'd have it on hand, and now he doesn't have ANY ideas what to have with the lobster. So, here it is, going on 7, and I'm online searching for what the hell to make with that lobster. Most of the things take too long, or need too many ingredients that we don't have, or would be rather expensive to buy the ingredients for. Unfortunately, ANY of them would require a trip to the grocery store. It's now going after 8 pm before I've got a decent selection of recipes for DH to pick from. He decides on Lobster rolls, which is fine by me, as it's something I've wanted to try for a while anyway, it's less time-intensive than some of the others, and the ingredients (other than the lobster) aren't expensive. So, going on 9 pm and I'm off to the grocery store for rolls & lettuce for lobster rolls for dinner.

It was almost 10 pm before we finished dinner, then had to get DD to brush her teeth, she took forever (45 minutes, actually) before she finally went to bed at 10:50. *sigh* It was about 5 till midnight before I crawled into bed.

But, don'tcha know, I'm not supposed to be peeved with DH sitting on his bum all day, because he DID figure out what he wanted for dinner. (Regardless of the fact that all he really did is decide that he wanted the pkg of lobster in the freezer with no real thought as to how to prepare it or what to make with it.)

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Secondly, despite the fact that the refinancing market has had the bottom drop out in the last couple of weeks, and the housing market is taking a nose-dive nation-wide, DH is griping YET AGAIN that he wants to refinance our house. He either wants a bigger house, or a garage. He's not being terribly picky! *rolling eyes*

And yet, not 3 days ago he was griping about all our bills (credit card, mortgage, truck payments, insurance, dr's bills) and how we REALLY need to consolidate because we just can't seem to get a handle on getting them paid. I'm all for the slow&steady wins the race plan. And besides, we DID consolidate ONCE through our bank, already. All it did was open up those credit-cards for more spending from DH, while saddling us with NOT just the credit-card bills, but now the consolidated bill to the bank. And he wants to do it AGAIN. THEN he wants to refinance (ANOTHER bill!) so we can build a garage. We haven't even been able to put in a back-yard (it's all mud & gravel back there), when does he think we're ever going to find the time to build a garage?!?!?! Well, if that's not an option, then let's sell this joint & move into a bigger house. (AGAIN!!! We can't pay the bills we've GOT according to DH, does he really think we can afford a larger mortgage?!?!?) And then there's the fuel bill. Up till now we've been lucky to move into a house that gets such economical fuel usage that we only fill up our 500 gallon tank once a year. That has done just fine. Well, our furnace has been malfunctioning all winter (and the furnace guy we had come look at it did a shitty job, and actually seemed to make it run WORSE, but he's the dad of DH's best buddy, so we can't call him on his shitty maintenance). So, we've been burning a hell of a lot more fuel than we should be, and as the temperatures OUTSIDE aren't rising the way they normally do, it's looking like we're going to have to get a hundred more gallons, just to see us into summer. (That's $200 dollars worth of fuel.)

And NOW he's deciding he wants a bigger house?!?!?! I mean, hell.... if we didn't keep so much crap, maybe we'd have room for what we DO have!!!! He insists on collecting base-ball caps, DD & DH have a bin full of hockey pucks, DH & DD have all sorts of sports crap: full set up each of goalie gear & regular gear for DD; DH's hockey skates, helmet, elbow & knee pads, and the 4 or 5 sticks for the two of them; DD's baseball equipment; the baseball equipment DH invested in the last couple of years as baseball coach for DD's teams; they've both got roller-blades & corresponding pads & helmets; and they've both got snow-machine (outdoor, in DD's case) gear & helmets. And I'm not perfect either, with all the books I accumulate (3 large bookshelves), and my craft magazines & crafting supplies (though, in fairness, my crafting supplies fit in a couple of tubs, and a small cabinet).

So, I don't see WHY we should get a bigger house, when what we really should do is organize better & get rid of shit we don't need. (And for that matter, I've gotta stop collecting all my dad's cast-offs, which he seems to think I need.)

Just.... I'm sick & tired of Dh's constant griping about how over-run our house is, and yet he refuses to take care of what we DO have!!!! We need a new oven, as ours seems to be shot (and whomever lived in this house before we did, stood in the middle of the stove-top, bending it, so all my pots & pans slope toward the front-middle of the stove), we could use a new fridge, and we need to clean out behind (and IN) all 3 of the big kitchen pieces (the dishwasher being the third). If we put mirrored cupboards in the bathrooms, and got some simple, metal shelving for inside the cabinets, we'd be able to clean off our bathroom vanities. If we added an extra shelf to the inside all of our kitchen cabinets, we'd use up that extra space & have more room for the utensils that sit on top of our washer & drier in the laundry-room (his George Foreman grill, my pressure-cooker/canner). If we made a file in the filing cabinet for DD's important school papers, they wouldn't keep piling up on the computer desk & everywhere else there's a flat surface. I'm working on consolidating my loose-leaf recipes into folders or blank cookbooks. We're eternally weeding DD's room of old books, toys & clothes, and I seem to do the same for myself (clothes-wise) about twice a year. We just need to keep on top of it, and get rid of stuff that won't get used again (find somebody else to give that base-ball coaching equipment to!).

But, I SOOOOO don't want to refinance. And I told DH that last night; that if HE refinances, don't put my name on it as _I_ don't want to be saddled with a bill we can't pay. And I will NOT fill out the paperwork for him! I think it's a dangerous move, and I won't be part of it!

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Lastly, I had my period this weekend, and DH had the audacity to come home on Friday, see that I'd used nearly a whole dang roll of TP, and chew me out for not using less. I'm bleeding like a butchered animal those first couple of days, so of COURSE I'm going through a crap-load of toilet paper!!!! And I told him that it's really rather impossible for me to use less, because of that fact! What did DH say??? "Well, just sit your ass on the pot longer, let it all drain into the toilet, then you wouldn't need as much toilet paper."

Yes, I let him live. I don't know why..... Really I don't. I mean, it doesn't get much more insensitive than that! And yet, you KNOW he would have been griping about me not getting laundry and dishes done, if I HAD sat my ass on the pot all weekend. As it is, I did catch up with laundry & dishes, finally. And I made the banana bread. (Though I forgot the pictures. *sigh*)

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Anyway, so there you go. My grrrrr moments of the last few days.

Have a Blessed Day!

11 comments:

happyowl said...

ummmm, not sure what to say. I know it's not funny but now the comments over the weekend make so much more sense!

Brightest blessings

Heb

p.s. how were the lobster rolls???

whimsicalnbrainpan said...

*sets down a box of Godiva chocolates and slowly backs away*

I can't believe you let him live, I wouldn't have.

Bardouble29 said...

((( HUGS!!!!))) Oh you poor little thing. Have a glass of wine, and tell your man to back oFf for a bit! I agree with Whim, I would not have let him live....

Dirk_Star said...

Yikes!

Uh,I'll be backing out slowly now...



Uh, I think there may be something wrong with my eyes...

Could you maybe come and have a look?

Em said...

Oh Kati, he is a lucky man to still be seeing the sun rise every morning. My wife might have let me slide on the first two, but that third one would definitely be a deal breaker. I would have been hurting! LOL

Autumn said...

Next time just hit him up side the head with the packaged lobster and tell him to pick up some toilet paper while he is out getting dinner from the local burger place lol
It sounds like you had a bad few days. Hope this week is better for you.

happyowl said...

How's it going today??? Any better?

Brightest blessings

Heb

TurtleHeart said...

I feel for you. I'm surprised your head didn't explode after Incident #3. Mine would have.

Dirk_Star said...

By the way, is this a Pay Per Post?

Kati said...

Glad to hear I'm not the only one who'd be peeved by that insensative comment of the Dh's. He's even had the nerve to say that he doesn't know what I'm so pissed about, he was just joking... *rolling eyes* Maybe the fact that he doesn't realize what is appropriate "joking" material for a married 32 year old ("joking" with his wife) differs greatly from appropriate "joking" material for an 18 year old in the locker room with his buds.

He's 32, odds on him ever growing up???? I'm thinking, not good! And more-over the fact that he seems to take pride in being an insensitive jack-ass, at times like that. Like it's a great thing?????

Dirk: "Pay per post?" What's that????

Kati said...

Oh, and the lobster rolls were good! Not as good as I think they'd be in Maine, but I may have the chance to find out in the next year or so. In the meantime, it's a recipe that was added to my dinner-ideas list.