I Feel Like I'm Drowning
Long story short: my husband hates his job, therefore I get to deal with his attitude lately. I get little to no (basic if I do) help. He comes home and tells me he wants something specific (requiring use of a gas stove in a house that's already 85 inside) for dinner. I'm not happy about it because I feel miserable and the twins are already cranky. But I oblige and even make dessert. Now, babies aren't allowed in the kitchen when I'm cooking, so the gate was up. They both sat there banshee screaming at me the whole. Damn. Time. They had been fed, cleaned, given sippys- they were just cranky and wanted me. My nerves are shot as is. Where is my husband? Playing a computer game. I seriously begged him to play with them for just a bit to calm them down. Nope. So let me get this straight: you're going to sit on your ass while I cook food I don't want nor want to be cooking and not help AT ALL by just playing with the kids. Gotcha. I lost my temper and he and I got in a fight. His food ended up in his lap, and I left the house. I'm too hormonal for this shit. Then I smoked a cigarette. Felt awful, did it anyway. It needs to be September now, cause this mama needs a drink.
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