Troubles in Paradise

Now, I love my husband.
He is my other half. He is my support, financially and emotionally. I have no doubt he loves me.
But he does have some failings.

I try my hardest to make him happy. I make his lunch. I let him sleep in. I wash his clothes, make his dinner, clean his house, take care of his child. Rarely do I ask his help, and it's always with something stupid (take out the trash, etc.). I can count on one hand the number of times i've asked him to watch Mori for more than ten minutes.

Meanwhile, I have to take care of her, clean the house, cook the food, try to squeeze in some homework and maybe a little bit of knitting. I take care of all the animals, regulate when they go out/in, pay the bills, keep track of bills, keep track of medical stuff and 401k stuff. I sort the mail, file the taxes, etc...

... See where this is leading?

I'm sick of it, and these are the top 5 things that bug me the most.

1. When I wake him up, it takes anywhere from 3-7 times of me going in there for him to get up. If I use a harsher means to wake him up, such as turning on the light, he gets royally pissed.

2. He would rather starve at work than take the five minutes to make his own lunch. When I have time, sure, i'll make his lunch, but 9/10ths of the time it is an inconvience to me because I have Mori or am in the middle of something. It's his lunch, he's going to eat it - he knows where all the fixings are for it. I am not his mother.

3. He never offers anything. I have to ask. Doesn't matter what it is... taking out the trash, watching Mori while I do homework, making food... I always have to ask. It would be nice, one day, for him to say "Hey, would you like me to do [insert thing here]?". And when I do ask things, I feel bad, because he either makes an excuse about why he can't and I have to badger him, or he acts like it's a big burden.

4. EVERY time he watches Mori, when I get back, all he talks about is how she cried the whole time. I know my child... She does whine a lot, but there are reasons. She's either bored, wants to be held, is tired or hungry or needs to be changed. Rarely does she whine for no reason now-a-days. So he's either not taking care of her, not entertaining her, or ignoring her.

5. The sex thing. I can't remember the last time we had sex. Or cuddled, even. I just don't even have interest anymore because it's such a chore to A, get the alone time, and B, make sure the alone time coincides with his small ass libido.

Okay. I feel better.

Kudos,
Ket

Finances, Overtime, and Vet Checks

Ben's working overtime again. It's going to be another one of "those weeks" where he's out until 3am and sleeps until noon, goes to work at 1pm... rinse, repeat. Luckily (or unluckily, regarding finances) this may be his last chance at overtime. We can definately use the money.

He's talking about trying to go back to first shift. I can't begin to explain the heartache I went through when he went to second shift... and now he wants to switch back, and I know EXACTLY why. No, it's not for me or Mori. It's not to help me out with her at night. It's not to have dinner each night, and to see him each night.

It's because his stupid HAM radio club meets Thursday nights, and the Masons meet Tuesday nights.

He said he wants to switch so "we" can go to some events. HELLO? Where were you when I tried to explain MY events, that I wanted to go to, a month ago when you switched?

ARGH.

Financially we're doing okay, I suppose. The credit cards are slowly going down. The bills are caught up. This month has three paycheques in it, so hopefully we can invest that third one into gold or a savings.

I'm faced with the idea of taking each of our five animals to the vet with the extra money. Legacy has mites - if untreated, they will spread to Fuzza, and maybe even the dogs. Mind you, these rabbits are for the wool... and the mites make the wool fall out. No good. Anyway, Legi needs a treatment of Ivermectin, and they both need annual checkups.

Currently on the needles is a DNA scarf, which I am going to do two rows on before I retire for the night and cuddle with my babygirl.

Kudos!
Ket

Megs and Memories

I found an old CD that has some logs of AIM chats from high school. 99% of them were from my once-best-friend-slash-heart-sister Meagan. It made me sad, so I signed on to AIM and lo! She was on. I messaged her.

I miss her terribly.

I did some bad things to her. A lot of them were not intended to be mean, such as leaving for the Army and not paying rent. Some of them were mean, and meant to be so. We've had a lot of bumps and roadblocks.
But I think i'm going to try to talk to her more, get to know her again. I miss her - a lot. I didn't realize how much until I freaked out because she was online.

So, a few days late, here is my New Years Resolution.

I vow that this year, I will try to right wrongs done to my best friend and hopefully regain her trust to the point where she is once again my best friend.

Kudos,
Ket

Video games

I've just done something new, something i've never done before:

I beat a video game.

Portal, to be exact. Yes, it's a short game, but this is the first game I can honestly say I have completed until the end with no outside help. I made sure to play when Ben wasn't home, so he couldn't influence me.

I'm so excited that I haven't even closed the game yet... I alt-tabbed in order to blog about it. Yes. I'm a dork.

Also, there is honey chicken in the oven and it smells nummy.

That is all.

KET

New years!

Happy new year!

Yay 2008!