And how was YOUR morning?!?
Grrrrrrr!

I just finished a completely unproductive morning! I say finished because as of this post, it is 12:05pm in Wild Wonderful West Virginia.

I got up this morning with the best of intentions. I was going to do the mountain of dishes that piled up over the weekend (it was BEYOND frigid here most of the weekend and my house is ill-equipped to deal with that - READ: the *^%$) froze!), throw in some more laundry (a task that I started late last night when said pipes were thawed), take a shower and sit down to work.

HA! So much for MY plan.

There was a water line break on the street above me (it was obvious due to the large frozen mass that covered the rise on my one-car width lane..the same said mass that caused me to slide into a pole and crack my front fender Friday night on my way home from work). Today the water department showed up to fix the break. Of course, to do this, they had to turn off the water. But did they bother to tell anyone? Of course not! The water didn't come back on til about 15 minutes ago...so, here I sit, dishes still piled up, clothes still dirty, I still need a shower....and I'm forced to wait for my hot water tank to refill and heat up. Sone days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

Of course, I won't get to the laundry before I head to work and I'll only get to about half the dishes-- which means both piles will still be there when the idiot, aka my husband gets home from work. This will tick him off and he will undoubtedly leave me a pleasant little note saying something like "thanks for taking care of your family. I had to do my own clothes myself..and had to wash my own glass!"

The shame! The agony! The horror! He's such an idiot. Sure, I could leave him a note detailing why the dishes and laundry weren't done, but ya know what? It would be a waste of time. He wouldn't read the note, and more importantly, I don't think I should need to defend what I do or don't do to my husband. If dishes need to be done -- do them. If you need clean clothes -- wash them! It ain't brain surgery. But to hear him tell it, it causes him physical pain to do something other than go to work, play in his band, lift a glass or smoke a cigarette.

Okay, I feel a major husband bashing moment coming on, so I am going to end this entry. Maybe I'll pop on after I've had my shower and done a bit more work around the house.

This blog entry is the most productive thing I have accomplished...and I'm not sure how worthy it is.
- posted by Kim @ 12:38 PM