Monday, June 02, 2008

I Need to Change my Ringtone Now

I had it all set. Today I was gonna go to BJs to get some shopping done ALONE. Ah, thoughts of bliss. Hubby is working from home this week, and I planned my trip out when the kids were down for rest/nap time. You know, because I was being all thoughtful of the big man. And when I left, he was working on the bills.

Look, I don't really like to whine about the spouse. I really don't complain to many others than you, and I'm just not comfy with doing it most days. He's a good guy, but sometimes he's HUMAN. Like I am. I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO human sometimes. Anyway, in "real life," noone hears it. And the only person to hear it was my bestest bud today. (gotta love a vent, eh?) I just DON'T bitch about him into too many ears. But he blew my "afternoon of bliss." And I probably didn't help matters.

Now let me say that we pay most bills online, and most of them my Hubby takes care of. NO sweat. Before I left, I asked him if I should stick around to offer help with the bills. No, it's all fine is what I got. And what I got, when I pulled up to BJs , was "what is the online password for such and such?" Do I know? Off the top of my head? Most online users names and passwords are the same, but those were no help to him. The ones I have are saved either in my day planner or on the actual site on MY computer. Nah, he wanted to take care of them THEN, and wanted to put ALL the passwords on HIS computer.

Sigh. After about 6 phone calls (including getting asked "who the heck are you text messaging?" - I guess he looked at my cellphone bill!) his tone chilled out and his guilty conscience rang thru. By the time I got home, I got "can I help you with the groceries, dear?" Yeah, you can help me alright. See, I am not the most organized person. I used to be. I used to be in business for myself and used to keep track of everything in my day planner. I would be punctual. Sure, I've always been a procrastinator, but hey, we all have to have SOME ticks, RIGHT? So if I was more organized, I could've led him to my day planner on my desk, where all of my passwords are listed.

BAHHAHAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! OOPS! Whoa... um....
Sorry, I had to pick myself off the floor there.

So Hubby apologized, and I said that frustrating him is part of my charm. Dontcha love marriage? I love him dearly, but yowza. And shit, can I try going to BJs again tomorrow, when I can enjoy the slabs of tomato sauce and aisles of vacuum cleaners with a spring in my step instead of a cellphone in my EAR? Can I get a do-over?

HELL yeah!

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