WEll lunch was actually a left over bun and some cheese...
Just finished reading Sage's last two posts...Sage...this is JUST the kind of stuff I'm experiencing.
Take this morning for instance: CJ had to work for 1:00, I decided to drive him, take the car and do some grocery/home shopping. I haven't been out of the house since Saturday.
He said he had meetings, had to drive some paperwork...in other words it was a hassle. That just IRKED me...we've been talking about and looking at getting a second car for a few months....no progress.
I have to admit I woke up PISSY...not getting to sleep early enough (or is 4:30 a.m. early?). Plus all these echoes of hurts past have been rolling over me.
Here's my "Blurt of the moment"....After the discussion about the car, I just gave up and climbed back into bed. CJ came into the room ready for work (over an hour early).
So what do I say? "Why are you leaving so early? Are you having lunch with someone?"
My tone and suspicions were crystal clear. Folks, I've never said such a thing in all my DBing...so why now?? He stormed out and said I could call him at work (where he would be prepping a seminar) if I wanted to [check up on him].
It just feels like my frustration with PI and some other long standing "household issues" are coming out in a very non-productive manner.
How about some feedback on this folks:
Some of you will remember the "Pile of shame" in our yard...4 or 5 years worth of weeds, branches, old carpets, piled about 6 feet high all around our Maple tree.
Well last summer he DID call in someone to remove it ...only the wasps/bees that had taken up residence prevented the job from getting done.
It was to be done in the fall (it wasn't) or the early spring (it wasn't).
So a couple of weeks ago my best pal H borrowed a big flatbed truck and she and I took it down as far as we could (without getting swarmed...thousands of wasps remain) and filled the whole truck. Drove to the city dump and hoisted it all off.
Felt REAL good....
Then a few days later after 4 hours of weeding and such in the yard, I tried to put away my tools, only to have them drop to the floor...the shed had not been cleaned out since we moved in 11 years ago!
So I set about it. A garbage bag full of sunflower seed leavings, and assorted debris from the colony of mice that lived there a few years ago. I'm talking an inch thick on the floor and cupboards. A half eated phone book from 1995, a half eaten broom, the abandoned nest.
Two blue bags of recyclable papers and cardboard. 18 empty beer bottles, another blue bag of empty oil/windshield wiper fluid containers.
It was a disgusting job, but honestly we couldn't even access our bikes!
Two hours into that (all the stuff arranged outside) CJ comes home: His comment: "Are you crazy?"
That's it, no thank you, no "can I help"?
Then when I say that H and I were going to tackle the innumerable bottles still in our basement and other recyclables (found a depot nearby)...CJ says NO...HE wants to do it.
Well it's been a week and nothing's stirred from the basement.
Is this a male ego thing? Does it bother him that I'm trimming the spruce trees, the hedges, cleaning the shed, tackling the basement? If so then I wish he would DO IT himself or let me be!
There's a heavy leak in the basement water pipe that feeds to the outdoor hoses...it just needs a little piece of something to fix it....but that hasn't gotten done and now two rooms in our basement are flooded. Not to mention that watering (my favourite out doors job) is now CJ's since he has to turn that pipe on and off himself.
Just these little frustrations, you know?
Worry not, in a better frame of mind I'll post a host of positives, as there are some for sure.
...only the wasps/bees that had taken up residence prevented the job from getting done.