This is becoming a theme

[heydooney]

DH has a paper due today, and he's been "working" on it for ages. By "working," I mean he does a little work, whines about it on Facebook, and then takes a break. So last night he stayed up until about 1 and got it finished. I had gone to bed around 9:30, since I had kids coming at 5:45 this morning.

He comes up and turns the lamp on, asks if my alarm is set, and then tells me to go back to sleep. I blink at the brightness and say, "yeah right." He says, "I can't fall asleep unless I read a little first."

Pause.

"Fine, I'll go read somewhere else."

Pause. I'm waiting.

He then climbs into bed and pulls his book out. I wonder if "somewhere else" meant half an inch to the right or if he mistook my silence for "no, honey, it's ok. You just read right here."

I toss and turn and sigh loudly.

"Do you want me to sing to you?"

"No, I want you to get up at 5:30 for me."

Sarcastically: "I'll just get my own bedroom, so I won't bother you."

Because it's always about him, right?

I realize that he did this to me last week on the day I have my five-hour night class. I wonder if he's subconsciously trying to subvert me going back to college to finish my degree and I voice this to him.

"To be honest, I don't even think about your class."

Ah, so it's not subconscious, it's overt.

TWO HOURS LATER, I fall back asleep to the sound of his snoring.

Fast forward, I have five kids here, two of them infants. I'm suffering from exhaustion and sinus pressure. I start getting lightheaded and go to wake up DH. "I need you to go get me some orange juice, and here's a list of other things we need. You are taking one child with you, take your pick."

I head back downstairs and discover that the two-year-olds have stolen my coffee.

An HOUR later ("I ran into a friend"), DH comes back, hands me a poopy baby, and says he's going to school. At ELEVEN. Remember from last time that his class is at 3 p.m. I check the fridge and ask if he remembered orange juice.

"I got the concentrate. Bye, love you."

I check the sink. Both pitchers are dirty. I have five children here, two of them infants now needing to be fed.

Rather than eating an extra-strength orange slushee, I say forget it and actually start to welcome the idea of passing out. I will get some much needed rest, especially if I hit my head on something and get have to be hospitalized.

Tags: if it weren't me, i'd think it was funny.

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[tuff_as_snails]

Oct. 29, 2009 at 3:33 PM

:(  Im sorry 

I would be so mad!   Im a super sensitive sleeper and nathan use to do the same thing (read with the light on).  I yelled at him enough for him to read in the other room for now on. 

Have you talked to him?  why is he leaving so early to class??  I would get on him hard about it.  Its not fair to you!

Take care of your self mama!

[heydooney]

Oct. 29, 2009 at 6:42 PM

He has this insane teacher who gives them labs that they have to work on outside of class or get waaaaay behind. But he has the time to be on Facebook ("it's only for breaks") bleh.

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[maw_maw]

Nov. 4, 2009 at 7:01 AM

lol, it reminds me sooooooooooo much of a day in the life of my daughter, lol they have 5 kids as well, 4 of them being 2 sets of twins, she is so stressed she doesnt know which end is up most of the time, hang in there, it really doesnt get any better till they are all gone, just enjoy them when they are little, and try to overlook yur hubby, I know its not fair, but most of the time life isnt, lol just pick your battles with him, which are more important, hugs and hope it gets better for ya~