The World Hates Me...

...and I'm doing a darn good job of hating it right back.

"Pity, party of one, your table is ready!"

Coming, coming...

Mostly, I am just having very, VERY strong feelings that my spouse needs to take a class called Being A Househusband 101: Making the Most of Your Unemployment!

I know he's trying. I know that. But it doesn't change the fact that he's laying on the floor doing the typical, "Yeah, yeah, I'm going to take care of stuff."

Uh-huh. The repair man is coming tomorrow to fix the oven door. The oven door that has been broken for over a year and would have still been covered under the warranty if my spouse had called a year ago when he promised. I told him flat out I wasn't doing it. He said he was taking care of it, so I let him. It was more because he uttered the words, "I promise I'll call and take care of it," and I thought that for once, I'd hold him to his promise. I've bitten my tongue (sometimes to the point of bleeding!) for a year, but finally, finally he called and the guy is coming tomorrow morning. He's also going to fix our squeaky, overly-heated clothes dryer.

The downstairs remains a disaster. The repair man is going to be here first thing in the morning. I have to work tomorrow, but I'll be up late cleaning. My husband is laying on the floor watching The Fresh Prince of Bel Air.

Ye-e-e-e-eah.