For the past few weeks...maybe longer, I've known that I was taking the kids and going to my family reunion. It's in July....so, very soon, and it's out of state. The problem.....telling my husband. Why? Because I'm not married to someone who is that understanding. "Women do not go on vacation without their husbands." Yes he has actually said this to me before. Not only that, he can't stay home alone. This means he will have to stay in a nursing home. So.... I've been stressing over telling him and have put it off and put it off....until today.
A funny thing happens when you push me, just..far..enough. I suddenly just don't care anymore. This week....Ugh...this week....has been filled with complete frustration. I'm not really going into everything. Same old same old. I was sick this week, for a couple of days I was in bed with a fever. I forget, I'm not actually allowed to be sick. I'm married to a man that requires my full attention, who doesn't give a crap if I'm sick...especially when he neeeeds (wants) to go somewhere. To all women out there.....If you are married to someone who takes care of you..even a little bit when you're not feeling well. If you are married to someone who cleans and helps with the kids and shares even a tiny bit of the responsibilities in your home. I hope you tell him "thank you" often. Because we don't all have that and I'm totally jealous of you. Anywhooo.... This morning I was woken up not once....not twice...but three different times. By three different people. The last one being Todd.... "Angie"....."Angie"......"Angie"......WHAT?! "I need you to take me to the Home Depot I got the wrong glue yesterday." (I won't even go into the fact that I have no idea why I spent 2 hours at Home Depot yesterday....for glue...for some project that will never get done). Great....is it possible that I can finish sleeping now? (He completely ignores this statement)... "I'll be downstairs waiting...hurry up...you don't need to shower." Now I could have gone back to sleep at this point, but knowing this man that I've lived with for 14 years as well as I do, that wasn't ever going to happen. So I got up..... and after I got mad about something in the car and he made the comment.. "I don't know what I did to make you so mad at me this morning.." I said...screw it... and told him about the vacation and that he wasn't going to be able to go. Was he upset? Yes. As bad as I thought it would be? No. I'm going to be hearing about it for the next who knows how long. And he will try his hardest to make me feel guilty...not going to happen. And I don't care. I'm glad I finally told him.. it still doesn't feel like it's really going to happen. I won't believe I'm going until I'm sitting on the plane. But the hard part is done and now I can work on getting ready to go.
