Anyone else have a husband who drives her crazy? I don't know what the deal is today, but the Hubs is getting my very last fucking nerve. (Actually, I know the problem, this time I'm the one with PMS instead of him.)
The Hubs and I spend waaaay too much time together. (Which is just the way he likes it.) We live together (duh) and we work together at home. There is no office for me to escape to. There is no office for me to pack him off to. There is no one to go have lunch with or shoot the breeze with at the water cooler. There is just the Hubs. If I turn a corner in my house, there he is. If I go upstairs, he goes upstairs. If I go downstairs, he goes downstairs. He just looooovvves to be together. Truly. He can't even run an errand alone. He likes to have me along, because he "misses me too much." Ugh!
I know it probably sounds lovely and romantic and all that, but really it can be so annoying. There is a fine line between loving someone and holding them hostage. I think I have Stockholm Syndrome, because I'm being kept prisoner, but I love my prison guard.
Today is the last day of winter break and I woke up in a mood. At first I thought it was the kids driving me crazy. I thought maybe I was ready for them to go back to school. And then I realized. It wasn't the kids. It was the Hubs.
Just yap yapping about his accomplishments. Remember when I told you that he thinks he can do just about anything? He talks incessantly. Constantly. Non-stop. And it is always the same topic over and over and over again. It's like listening to Rain Main reminding me on a daily basis of all the things he kicks ass at. "I totally beat all of you at UNO today! Woohoo!" Way to go, Champ, you made an 8 year old cry when you handed his ass to him in a friendly game of cards.
And while I appreciate that he is supportive of me and my blog, do I really need a blow by blow of my current statistics? "Your book is ranked in the top 50 on iTunes. Oh wait, it just dropped to 52." or "You only have 100 people on the site right now. You must not have written anything that interesting today. Nope 99 now. That sucks. Oh wait, you're up to 103, but can you make it to 110?"
At that point, I was actually fantasizing about running away. The only thing that kept me there was my kids.
I needed a break. I begged him for a moment of peace and quiet and a chance to be alone for a little bit.
False alarm. It was just the Hubs.
I drew him a picture in the shower:
|Go away creeper!|
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