Just A Horrible Day

Honestly, today has been a horrible day. When I woke up, I should have only guessed it would be. My throat was dry and swollen from allergies, and it took a few hours until I could even talk straight. Once my voice decided it would revive from the dead, Matt wanted me to go with him to the DMV. Before we leave I ask, "Do you have you passport, Birth Certificate, Social Security card and proof of residency?" He then precedes to comment over me with "My military ID covers all that!" Fine, ok cool, that's nice and handy. Well when we get there, we were informed that this wasn't the case, and Matt actually needed a passport or a birth certificate. So, we head on home only to find out that the passport has been misplaced and we are unable to locate it. (the birth certificate is still in Colorado we believe) In the process of looking for it, our house was turned inside out. Papers are everywhere, and boxes are thrown across the halls, clothes have been thrown around. After I had just finished cleaning the house, after cleaning the house!!! This will be the third time I will have cleaned up the house, because my husband has trashed it. Of course, he does say he will clean it up... but here we are, mess still in our home, and he is busy playing that stupid game on the Xbox. I have such a headache from all of it. It feels like the house can't be clean for a full 24 hours. It's just tiresome. We have everything packed up tomorrow, and I know it may sound silly, but I want to have the house it the cleanest condition for the movers. I believe it will make their lives easier, and I will feel much better about everything. Of course, we also have to get everything we want in the car separated from everything else that will be going into the truck, and I am sure I will be the only one doing that as well. Why is it, I have to do everything, while he sits on his ass and plays video games? Then the stupid question around 5 o'clock comes out of his mouth "What's for dinner?" I don't know.... why don't you fix something! Earn your freaking keep around here. (But he brings in the money Stacey... he is earning his keep. You earn yours by cleaning and cooking) Bullshit! I will clean and cook, but I will not clean up after him and cook for him. Those are two entirely separate things! If you don't get that, jump off a fucking bridge cause your the moron that causes these issues in a household. Anyway... I don't mean to rant, but being so close to us leaving to get to New York, and I feel I am doing everything in my power to have things go smoothly, and he comes right behind me and messes it all up! It's just, frustrating! Of course if I point this out to him, he will somehow make me feel horrible about myself, and make me feel guilty. Oh well, I better start cleaning and packing up everything we need, so I can make dinner. I will update later.

~ Live, Laugh, Love