Decisions, Decisions
I was trying to turn over a new leaf and not just post to LJ to complain about something, but oh, well.
See, I got home at eight pm, after working nine hours and then doing a massive grocery shopping. The rain picked up into a decent little shower when I got home so I only brought one load in and waited till there was a break. I noticed my husband had music on upstairs, but I thought he might be in bed.
So, skip ahead to me getting another load out and he comes downstairs. I tell him about the groceries needing to be brought in. He doesn't help. He goes back upstairs.
I wait for the rain to slow again, bring in the rest of the groceries. He doesn't help.
Mind you, my wrists have been hurting enough that I've been wearing a brace off and on for the last few days. Okay, he has an ankle that bother's him sometimes, but he could have at least helped to put them away.
I'm mad. So, what do you guys think I should do with the beer in the car?
Poll What should I do with the beer I generously bought for my husband
Laurie
So this is the next night. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back here but it was another long work day. It looks like I'm going to make productivity this month, so I'm safe from being sent on the path to be being fired. Yay.
So, this is what I did about the beer. My husband started talking about his very important emails he'd been sending instead of giving me a hand and then stopped and said, "You're not interested."
"No," says I. "I don't give a shit about them. Why the hell didn't you help me put away the groceries? (for the record, I directly asked him to help me, not just hinted there was a chore that needed doing)"
"Blah, Blah Blah about important emails."
"I bought you beer. If you want it, you're going to have to go get it because I'm not."
Him: "Okay, oh, is there any food?"
Me: (exasperated. It's like 9:40 pm or so) I made myself a strawberry milkshake for supper. It's late, didn't you eat?"
Him: "I meant in the car."
Me: NO. I brought it all in.
And so it goes. He did go fetch his beer, I calmed down a little.
I went with option 1, because I was pretty sure he'd ask to drink my beer if I didn't tell him about it. I'd have probably said yes. Not sure if I really would have taken it to the lake and given it to more deserving people, but I guess we'll find out if he doesn't help me the next time I bring beer and groceries home.
Thanks for the responses.
Laurie
See, I got home at eight pm, after working nine hours and then doing a massive grocery shopping. The rain picked up into a decent little shower when I got home so I only brought one load in and waited till there was a break. I noticed my husband had music on upstairs, but I thought he might be in bed.
So, skip ahead to me getting another load out and he comes downstairs. I tell him about the groceries needing to be brought in. He doesn't help. He goes back upstairs.
I wait for the rain to slow again, bring in the rest of the groceries. He doesn't help.
Mind you, my wrists have been hurting enough that I've been wearing a brace off and on for the last few days. Okay, he has an ankle that bother's him sometimes, but he could have at least helped to put them away.
I'm mad. So, what do you guys think I should do with the beer in the car?
Poll What should I do with the beer I generously bought for my husband
Laurie
So this is the next night. Sorry it's taken me so long to get back here but it was another long work day. It looks like I'm going to make productivity this month, so I'm safe from being sent on the path to be being fired. Yay.
So, this is what I did about the beer. My husband started talking about his very important emails he'd been sending instead of giving me a hand and then stopped and said, "You're not interested."
"No," says I. "I don't give a shit about them. Why the hell didn't you help me put away the groceries? (for the record, I directly asked him to help me, not just hinted there was a chore that needed doing)"
"Blah, Blah Blah about important emails."
"I bought you beer. If you want it, you're going to have to go get it because I'm not."
Him: "Okay, oh, is there any food?"
Me: (exasperated. It's like 9:40 pm or so) I made myself a strawberry milkshake for supper. It's late, didn't you eat?"
Him: "I meant in the car."
Me: NO. I brought it all in.
And so it goes. He did go fetch his beer, I calmed down a little.
I went with option 1, because I was pretty sure he'd ask to drink my beer if I didn't tell him about it. I'd have probably said yes. Not sure if I really would have taken it to the lake and given it to more deserving people, but I guess we'll find out if he doesn't help me the next time I bring beer and groceries home.
Thanks for the responses.
Laurie