So after more than eight months of doing absolutely nothing about the squalor in his home, all of a sudden “Himself” decides he needs to clear the living room and the dining room of all the junk therein, and steam clean the carpets.
I ran into him at McDonald’s last night, where I had just stopped in to use the restroom on the way home. I stopped and talked to him for a few minutes, and that was when he laid this latest bombshell on me.
And get this — he’s now saying I am “partly” the reason he hasn’t done anything, because apparently I don’t leave the house early enough on weekends so he can get to work with me out of the way.
Oh, give me a break! I’m not the one who causes him to sleep in until the late afternoon on his days off. And I’m always out of there by 11:00 a.m. at the very latest — sometimes as early as 9:00 — and whenever I leave, he still hasn’t gotten up yet.
So it has nothing to do with me. But that’s Himself’s Standard Operating Procedure: Blame others for his dysfunction.
So now he wants me out of the house by 8:00 or 8:30 a.m. on Saturdays and Sundays for the foreseeable future, until he gets his house put back in order. According to him, he “can’t” wait until afternoon to get started.
Sheesh! Morning… afternoon… what difference does it make? Himself is the King of self-imposed limitations. Stubborn and inflexible.
So today I did him one better and left the house at 7:30 a.m. And I’m really feeling the tiredness now. I’m irritable and cranky and I need a nap.
If I go back to the house tonight and find out he hasn’t done anything all day, I will really be mad.
I have medical issues, am on seven different medications, some of which wreak havoc on my energy levels, and I just don’t need this.