Today was one of those Mondays that I had a million things on my to do list. You know what I mean. The weekend is over, the house is a disaster, home school needs to be done, the bills are due, and Jack decides to take a much needed day off.
I do not have a problem with him taking a day off, but why today???? When I have a long "to do" list for myself, I don't want any interruptions. I want to go at my pace (which is fast) and no one better get in my way.
So my day started out good, School was moving along smoothly, Jack went and finished mowing the lawn, took the dog for a walk and took some mini (much deserved) breaks while enjoying a beautiful day.
Once school was done, I was ready to roll...
The dishwasher needed to be emptied, and refilled, lunch needed to be made and served, when Jack comes in and says are there any cold apples.. Mind you, the sink is full of apples. (The kids and I went and picked some yesterday), but I had yet to find time to put them in the fridge. My thinking is have you looked in the fridge? Did you see any? NO.??? Oh do you think you could help me by putting them in the fridge? And how does he respond? Just like any man, but you didn't ask me to put them in the fridge.
So I quickly start putting them in the fridge, I continue to empty the dishwasher, and proceed to making lunch. Jack just stands there in "MY" kitchen, watching me..and asks if there is anything wrong.? How am I to respond to that.??. I reply with.. "I am fine, but it is a major pet peeve of mine that if I am running around like a chicken with its head cut off and someone in my family has the time to watch me, YES I will be irritated!! So since you can't be of help by watching me could you please leave MY kitchen and find someplace else to stand and do nothing!!"
But it does not stop there. Now I am a bit frustrated, one because I was not very kind to him, two, could he not see that he could have been a help "somewhere?", and since i am already frustrated, EVERYTHING else will bother me too (for the moment anyway). So I see the Library books still sitting by the front door, waiting to be taken to the Library (another one of those things that I can only do?) The Netflix movies need to be taken to the mail box. (no one knows where that is?) So I grab the movies, drop them off in the mail, I get the books, put them in my car and look high and low for my flip flops. (so I can drive to the Library) Where in the world are they????? I finally give up and ask Jack if he has seen my flip flops...His response? "oh are these yours?" they are on HIS feet. Why would he wear my shoes when his are 3 sizes bigger than mine!!! Does he not know that he will stretch them out? I guess not.
I went to town, did my errands, came back, gave him a hug and an apology and continued with the rest of my day.
He has accepted my apology, and has now gone off for the evening to preach at a local church.
I love him dearly, it's his actions that drive me crazy "sometimes....
I am sure I am not the only one that has ever felt like this!
No comments:
Post a Comment