No I don't live in a fantasy land of gum drops and chocolate flowing rivers, where my husband is a prince and I his princess. I live a very real life. I wish that I could say that Dan and I only "disagree" and that we never fight but I'd be a liar!! That man can make me go from happy to infuriated in about 3.2 seconds!! I know it's probably not protocol to talk bad about your husband but that man made me mad yesterday and now I can't sleep. He left yesterday for work. He's working in a town about 2 hours away. Before he left, I spent my morning with him and ran errands with him and went to lunch with him all because I knew that it would make him happy. I would've loved to enjoy a half day to myself getting caught up on one of my many list of things that I have to get done in order to more fully run my home. And yesterday when he called at 5:15pm to tell me that he forgot a CD on top of his dresser and to drop it in the mail so he could fix his friends computer-cause he never puts anything away- I happily ran back inside and said yes I would do it after I dropped our daughter off at ballet class. I ran back across town to an alternative site that takes postal mail after regular hours -it's in an Ace hardware. Random. I know...it's Wyoming. I had to buy4 bubble envelopes, even though I only needed one, but that's how they're packaged. There really wasn't any other choice. And that man had the nerve to yell at me over the phone and refused to give me the address and then on top of that, wanted me to go to another store to purchase different envelopes. I had my two boys with me and needed to get my daughter in 20 minutes by this time. I was so mad that I whispered to him, "Give me the damn address". Harsh, yes. Inappropriate, yes. Mean, yes. But you know what...I could have said a LOT worse and in a loud voice. And then he has to nerve to try to call me all night and be nice.
Needless to say I hung up on him every time. What a jerk. Who does he think he is? I have enough on my plate and I know Dr. Laura would be all over me and tell me what a terrible wife I am and I'm sure you're thinking I am, too. But I already know that. I do. But this is my blog and my life and I need to vent. I wish I was like all these ladies on here with helpful kids and a loving husband but that isn't my everyday. I'm on my own most of the time and I'm okay with that. I don't mind when people throw a wrench in my chain. I love to help others. Just don't make demands and then have the nerve to be ungrateful when I do it at my own pace. And then wonder why I'm not wearing a smile on my face while doing it.
Moving our family to Rock Springs was his idea. That's where his business is and we were spending a fortune in fuel every month for him to come home every weekend. I wanted to stay in Riverton where we've lived for 8 years. That's home to me. But I moved with a smile on my face and tears running down my cheeks because I wanted our family to be together. My kids need their dad. I would hope that he'd be a little more sympathetic to me. It just seems these last few months have been torture. It's hard not to think that the stress of moving "jarred" Tyler's Type 1 Diabetes. That's when the behaviors started. I can't say it's Dan's fault 'cause it's not. I just want a husband that is nice to me more than upset with me.