It's Over

The long weekend is over and it is now time to get back to work. I must say that I am happy that it is finally over, but I am not happy that I have to return to that miserable job of mine. I wish I could just stay home and stay home alone.

Yesterday my husband pulled a doozy. It just seems like when everything is fine for a while he needs to cause drama and stir the pot. I have often suggested that he reconsider this conscious or unconscious desicion that he makes. All I can ever conclude is that this is the way his mother behaved and now he chooses to play the same games. Games I am tired of playing, games my parents never played, games that will find him packing his crap and his, as he states it "perfect, complaint little angel's" crap and moving out. My family was far from disfunctional, but boy his family, that's a whole nother story!

Yesterdays game, well it involved my son and the washing machine. Zachary does his own laundry, as he should at 13, so at about 4:00 pm my husband asks Zachary if he was done with his wash cause he needed to was his work jacket and he didn't want to be doing it at 7:30 at night. So I looked at him and before I could say anything he freaks out and says "I know, keep my mouth shut! Who am I to say anything." He continues to spit and sputter and carry on like an over grown child. So as he continues to talk shit form the other room, my blood pressure starts to rise and it makes me want to review his burial policy cause now I am ready to ring his neck.

I just viewed it as odd because #1: he never washes his jacket, I do and #2: There was now more laundry to do! So that immediately makes me think he is picking a fight! I was right cause he never washed his damn jacket and Zachary's wash was done at 4:30 pm....bastard.