It has been a tale of 2 days the work day then the home day... as previously stated I was at work way too early but I get home early too... down side, Shelby thinks it's time to eat when I get home and is spaz dog until that blessed hour arrives. She spends a lot of time outside during those bouncy times... all that barking tends to make a person a bit - testy.
But now Shelby has been fed, she's been loved and played with she's still barking but at least we're at defcon 3 (5 being bouncing off the walls 1 being asleep). I have dinner planned I purchased with the aid of a coupon (I know - shocker to me too) a gourmet kit... I had a coupon other wise no way I'm spending that kind of money on this little box... I digress.
Bubba has NO idea that one may arrive home from a work day prior to the hour of 8 PM. No I'm not kidding. So per usual arrival time I began prep of yes-you-can-cook-out-of-a-box... dinner. I can read so this can't be that tough... but I know me so I carefully follow the instructions and 22 minutes later we have salmon with Dijon mustard sauce wrapped in puff pastry with veggie orzo. I liked it Bubba did not. He "liked the fish not the rice" - a direct quote.
But that was after the blow up of the evening... (remember the cheap therapy part?) the credit card bill came in today and like an idiot I didn't open and prepare for the hurricane that is called Bubba - I dumped the mail and chilled out. Stupid me. Anywho - he opens the credit card bill and begins to list all the entries - this is nothing new boys and girls we check EVERY line of EVERY statement EVERY month. He's not Super Accountant for nothing... and remember he's perfect. (in every possible way).
Well, on this month's "spending spree" we had a Vet visit and subsequent surgery ($1100), my and mom's baskets from the party (first time in 5 years I've spent over $50 bucks) the last payment to the world's most inefficient decorator, and the various regular monthly charges, food, gas etc... and one book charge but that was for the niece so just minor grumbling there... and there began the winds, and the rains and the yelling and the personal insults. I am not an irresponsible person by nature and I write the bills out every month - oh I can't balance that checkbook to save my life but I have NEVER bounced a check. What I can never understand is my husband's thinking that I spend like a drunken sailor on a 2 day pass. I worked with a woman who claimed she was so mad at her husband she spent the mortgage payment on new clothes... I could never do that.. getting back to that whole liking of indoor plumbing and such...
Anywho - my feelings are hurt, and after I have slaved over mustard salmon with puff pastry no less... I mean really is the man a complete barbarian?
The thing I have been quietly wrestling with this past week is drunken Bubba versus sober Bubba - frankly I'm going to start to liquor him up. He's funny, affectionate and yes repetitive... but better than what I got tonight. I really hate being talked to like I'm an idiot - some gems from tonight? "Just because you think you have it doesn't mean you should spend it." "What kind of life are you living?"
I thought I was living a life where when the doctor said Cancer I did the first step to check then make decisions - if it was Shelby we'd not been having this discussion no matter what he said tonight. So dinner eaten I still made his favorite in a can rolls with orange icing (another coupon -- I know I was going nuts!) and the one thing that saved my night? Mom and tech support...
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