After a great day sunday, stupid monday sucked. prenatal vitamins made me burp fish all morning, ds threw cheerios all over but both dd had issues getting dressed so couldn't sweep.... got to work a bit late and promptly got grumpy about a project I'm on (seriously, you'd think someone at my office could design an actual product) and just felt bitchy all day.
Forgot hubby picked up the girls so wasted my precious extra 20 minutes by almost getting to the school and then had to stop for cat litter. I make dinner, get things somewhat tidied from dinner mess and gegt kids in the bath.
Meanwhile hubby is watching tv and doing some laundry. then just as its time to settle down, he springs into action bitching about living in filth. we have a maid service that comes every other week to do light cleaning, and he ALWAYS picks the night befcore to give a fuck about the house. I was baffled and was dumb enough to mention it. now he thinks I'm bitchy, lazy, a slob, passive aggressive, rude, and attacking him (how can I be passive and actively attacking???)
But before you think poorly of him, his deadbeat biological father randomly sent him a message that was all why the fuck am I not part of your life and don't know my grandkids?? newsflash, you didn't come to our wedding and it killed whatever feelings were left, asshat.
Wow, long post. I shouldn't post on my phone!