My Life is a Sitcom
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
We all have days like this and it's nice to read about someone else going through the same thing so thought I'd share. Afterall...I was frustrated yesterday, but I am laughing about it today.
I worked a LONG day yesterday, even worked through lunch. Then I went to school. I got home around 7 and there was no dinner. Apparently hubby had determined it was a fix-it-yourself night. So, starving after my long day, I walked into the kitchen, threw some frozen chicken in a deep pan, covered it with salsa, salt and pepper and stuck it in the oven to cook. Then I took the leftover homemade soup from a week ago out of the fridge and heated a bowl of it. While it was in the microwave, I transferred the rest of the soup into a to-go container for today's lunch and washed the crockpot it had been in.
I discovered my soup was only luke warm when I sat down to eat but I was too tired and too hungry to get up and nuke it again so I just ate it. After putting the dishes in the dishwasher, I asked the teenager if he still wanted a hair cut. He had asked for one over the weekend and I never got around to it. While cutting his hair, the youngest is at my feet with 500 questions and inane chatter. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and sent him away.
I walked into the bedroom to change my clothes and discover 3 loads of clean laundry on the foot of my bed. Nice of my oldest to continue the laundry I started this morning before work. Would have been nicer if someone (anyone) had thought to fold it. Oh well, the oven timer was sounding telling me the chicken was done. Laundry would have to wait.
I walk into the living room (now 8pm, kids bedtime) and the kids are playing a game in the floor with pieces everywhere. I look at hubby, who has been sitting on the couch this whole evening, and ask him why the kids are still up. His response "they said you told them to play". ***SIGH*** I tell the kids to clean up the game and go brush their teeth.
I transfer the salsa chicken to another container (it'll be tonight's dinner) and wash the pan it was in. I need to read the kids their bedtime story - something I've recently started to do since I don't get enough time with them and something we all really enjoy. In the back of my mind is that pile of laundry waiting at the foot of my bed.
I look at hubby and I can hear the hysteria building in my voice as I itemize everything I've done for the day because I am confident he didn't see any of this that was going on under his nose. I pointed out that the laundry is really going to bug me and I'm thoroughly exhausted and watching him sit on his a$$ while I run around the house AFTER work AND school was not a good thing and would he please fold the laundry. I haven't seen him move that fast in a very long time so apparently he heard the hysteria building in my voice as well. After 18 years of marriage, he's heard this tone before.
So, while I read to the younger kids, hubby folded laundry. When I came in the room, he was looking in my sock drawer and saying "I don't know where you put these". Bless his heart....he never puts my clothes away. I'm happy if he just lays it out and folds it. Maybe I was more hysterical than I thought. hahaha