Yep, this blog entry is of the venting, ranting type.  Grrrr.

Ive been having a hard time with J lately.  Fighting with him and I cant help it.  I'm tired,  physically exhausted, bored, very unappreciated by my husband, and he takes me for granted. 

Im tired because I do a million things every day. I have young kids, a house, lots of pets.  There are messes to clean up, kids need to get dressed and diapers changed, toys need to be picked up, laundry, pets to feed, meals to prepare, dishes to wash, kids that need to be taken to school and picked up.  NO help from the husband because "he works".  OK, but he gets home at 5p and his work is done for the day.   Im not done at 5.  I keep going straight up until 10 at night. Ive pointed this out to him I dont know how many times. He doesnt seem to get it.  Or maybe he doesnt believe it.  Why doesnt he help me around the house?  Cause he's tired!  ANd if I ask him to do something, he makes a face and takes his time.  

J works a second job on friday and saturday nights. He's a cook at an irish pub. Friday nights he comes home kinda late from working at the pub, around 1am.  But Saturday, he comes home late.  Like 4am or later, and he's always freakin' drunk.  This pisses me off.  Sunday he sleeps really late,  as late as 1pm and he lies around all day while I keep on with all house stuff and the kids and sh*t.  So this past weekend,  when it was 3am and he still wasnt home, I sent him a text message. It said " time to go home ".  He texts me back 45 minutes later and says "Ok".  The pub is 5 minutes away.  20 minutes later and hes not home.  So I CALL HIM. He doenst answer his phone.  I hang up and call back and he answers.  I ask him why he hasnt come home.  Its past 4 in the morning, what the f*ck is he doing. He tells me he's just having a beer with his friends.  He's slurring his words.  I tell him he's not 25 years old and that he better get home.  I yell at him to hurry up.  

Half an hour passes and he still isnt home.  By this time, Im fuming. I got maybe 3 hours of sleep and its almost time to wake up and he isnt home.  SO I get on the phone again. I ask him why its taking him so long to get home.  He says he was saying bye to everyone. I started to tell him it doesnt take 30 minutes to say bye but he hangs up on me.   Im really pist off now.  First, cause I know IM gonna be damn tired all day cause I didnt sleep.  Second, cause he's out there partying without a care in the world and here I am at home, stuck with the kids and the cleaning and being the dumpy stay at home wife and he doesnt care. 

He finally gets home, its nearly dawn.  He crashes on the couch, with his boots and his stupid clothes all on. He reeks of alcohol and he starts snoring immediately after he passes out.  Jerk.   I want to go pound him.  But instead I try to get some sleep. 

(why does he work a second job? To pay for student loans and to have spending money. The funny thing is, he blows like 50-60 dollars on drinking on the weekend. This is what he makes at the pub in one night. How stupid! This is a guy that has a masters degree and is in middle management at the federal bureau of prisons. Go figure.) 

I wake up at 9am. I get up, make coffee and try to ignore the moron lying on my couch. I walked into the boys room and checked on Yoda our hamster.  He died during the night.  (I wrote about this in my last post)  

SO I walk over to the couch and tell J  " Honey wake up ".   He answers " ugh garble-rrrrr-uhhh ".   (Well at least I know he's conscious.)   " Um. Yoda died. He's gone."    He wakes up and I see his eyes are all bloodshot and he says " oh no, really?"    I say "Yeah. He went last night, or early this morning.  I need to bury him".   

He gets up, goes to the bathroom and then we go and bury our hamster.  

After Yoda's funeral, we werent pist off anymore.   

Until last night.  And I will write about that next time cause I gotta go now.