Yes, I am happily married; I love my husband, my son, my home, and my life in general. But let's face it, how many women in this country are seriously wondering, "what on earth am I doing?" I can’t be the only one. I created this blog as an outlet for myself and if others should stumble upon it and they find my insanity therapeutic, that is fantastic! All names/places/and other identifying information will be changed to protect the innocent or guilty (whatever the case may be).
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I realized this morning that my patience is growing shorter with each passing year. If this is true, before age 30 there will be no patience. God help us all! My wonderful husband called me this morning after he left our home asking if I could drop off something at his office because he had forgotten it when he left. Okay, that was fine, I have time after dropping our son off at daycare to stop at his office for a moment, leave what he forgot at home, and still get to class on time. Apparently this answer was not sufficient for my husband, he called at least 3 times before I dropped our son off at daycare – he knows how long it takes to get to the daycare he has 3 drop off days/week.
When I arrived at his office was he standing on the sidewalk waiting on me? You think so? You’re wrong! I did call to let him know I was close to his office, he tells me to call back when I’m closer. I did, no answer. FRUSTRATION!!! Don’t tell me to call you back if you aren’t going to answer the phone – drives me crazy!!! I illegally parked on the street, ran into the office, left the stuff with the secretary and ran out, thankfully escaping a parking ticket.
After I left, arrived on my college campus, parked the car and began the trek to my class, he called AGAIN! He wanted to know why I hadn’t waited on him to come see me at the office. I couldn’t answer him. Men. I don’t understand him anymore today after 15 years together.
He can’t understand why I become annoyed with him. He can’t understand that I am under “end of the semester” stress at college, along with wrapping up my degree this semester, attempting to be a good mommy, wife, person, pet mommy, etc. I can’t keep track of the number of “hats” I wear on a daily basis.
Am I alone in this or am I really just a bitch?
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