husband has been snoring like crazy again. I'm sleeping sporadically. If I can get to sleep before he does, it's better, but there is no way I can get to sleep with him sawing logs. He's had his deviated septum corrected twice, his soft palate removed, and still he snores. He's had three sleep studies and he does not have sleep apnea. When I do get to sleep, between him snoring and my sweating I sleep about 30 - 45 minutes then I am up. Once I wake up I start to sweat and it's the blanket battle. Throw off the blankets and let the sweat cool off, move to a dry cool spot on the bed if I can find one, the pull the blankets back on because I'm wet and cold. Because of my clotting disorder I can't take hormones. I have been telling him multiple times a week for over a month to make an appointment with a doctor about the snoring. Mind you, he's still 30 pounds overweight. I've lost another 10 pounds on his diet, but somehow he can't seem to lose the weight. Could it be to do with his never being able to make a healthy lunch for himself and having to eat out? (No I absolutely will not make him lunch, too!) No appointment yet. He was supposed to start riding his bike 2 miles to the light rail in December. I was totally cool with him working up to doing it both ways and to most days of the week. I was willing to overlook the poor diet choices if he would get some exercise. But if he does go to the doctor about the snoring, we all know that he will be told to get some exercise and lose some weight. Meanwhile, I have to go pick him up at the train because he can't make it back up the hill. Because he has only actually done it 8 times. In February he announced that his seat was tilted to the front and his fenders were hitting the sides of the wheels. Adjust it, right? That got done two weeks ago and he rode to work once. I finally told him that he could have sex as often as he rides his bike to the train. Guess I'm actually going to have to hold him to that. Great. We both get to lose out because of his stubbornness. He has decided to open up credit card account and buy more stuff for World of Warcraft. We have 5 WoW keyboards, and 3 WoW mouses. I have no clue what they are for. But the one that takes the cake is the 24" lcd screen he bought for his home desk that he has added to his 17" screen in a way that whatever is on the screen is split between the two screens. IOW, it's three feet wide. Supposedly it's for working at home. Do I really seem that stupid? by the way, he's got a tell when he's lying. Just sayin'. Anyhoo, he opens up these credit card accounts and says that he is going to take less of an allowance. No he's not! He has a checking account of his own, he can put his allowance in it and make payments from it! Of course, this means that he has to take extra money out of our checking account because he doesn't have money for lunch. Or he just buys lunch on the debit card. So, since he has this new stuff, he comes into the house after work and sits at his computer. He feeds the dogs. If I cook which is most every night, he does the dishes but won't put anything on the counters away, and won't wipe off the counters. This is a man who opens the sliding glass door with his foot because of the possibility of germs. I have gone so far as to wipe off the counter with paper towels and windex and leave them on top of the counter and left the filthy paper towels spread out dirt side up on the counter to show him the dirt he is leaving. Nope. Doesn't matter. After dinner he is at the computer until 11:00 or so until I tell him it is time to go to bed. Meanwhile I do the bills, the laundry, the shopping, the cooking, the cleaning, the general upkeep around the house. And there is never any water in the dog bowls. Don't even get me started on the filth in and around the dog bowls. Yes, I do ask him to do things, but all that does is create a list of things I have asked him to do that he hasn't done. And I work. We pay a neighbor kid to walk the dogs because he won't anymore. We pay a neighbor kid to mow the lawn because he won't anymore. We pay a lady to clean the house twice a month because he won't sweep or mop or do the bathrooms. I do all of the tidying & dusting myself before she comes so that things will get put away and she doesn't just clean around it. The dogs all sleep in our room on their own beds. Bubba is 13 years old and really on his last legs. His arthritis is bad, and the medications the doctor gave to him for it makes him vomit if he takes it for any length of time. He likes to eat and sleep, and occasionally to get loves. But he has a hard time getting down the 6" step off of the deck to the back yard, so he doesn't really like to go potty anymore. In the afternoon, or when I come home from work, I let the dogs out and have to walk Bubba out to the yard and make him go potty. Sometimes I have to do it twice because he thinks he should get a treat then he goes pooh on the deck (if you're not watching) or in the house. There are french doors in our bedroom out to the back yard. husband is supposed to be at work at 8 AM. He won't set an alarm because the dogs wake him up around 6 AM. Handy, right? So, the dogs wake up, get him up, he goes all the way into the living room to let them out, then feeds them, then goes potty. For a week or so, sometimes while he is going potty, sometimes while he is eating his cereal, Bubba has pooped in the house. OK - why can't husband let the dogs out the french doors, go to the bathroom, then let them in the living room doors to eat? Then he can take Bubba back out to pooh. I mean, when I come home from work where the bathroom is absolutely disgusting, I often have not gone pee for 7 hours. I go outside and make the dogs go potty first so that there will be no accidents. I know that I can hold it. More often than not, while Bubba is pooping around the house, and husband isn't always finding all of it even though it's right in the middle of the floor and the first thing you see when you walk into the room, husband is sitting in front of his computer "reading his web pages and news". He can't get out of the house until 8 or 8:30 or even later. If he works late, he goes in so late the next day that instead of coming home early and helping out he has to stay late to make up the 8 hour day. This morning everyone is up at 6, and I lay awake in bed even though I was up until 3 with his snoring. At 6:40 I come out and husband is in front of his computer with his empty cereal bowl. I ask him if Bubba pooped. Yes. In the house after he ate while husband was going pee. I told him this morning that he has to start going out on the deck after Bubba eats with Bubba and making sure that Bubba goes poop in the yard. He'll do it if you are out there with him and he's already eaten but it is up to US to make the effort. It's been weeks now that Bubba either poops on the deck or in the house in the morning, and it's what he thinks is ok now. I told husband that if it keeps happening I'm going to put Bubba down and it will be his fault for not taking the extra two minutes in the morning to make sure Bubba goes in the yard. How hard can it be to let the dogs out the bedroom door, go pee, let them in the living room door, feed them, and take Bubba to pooh - rather than let the dogs out the living room door, feed them, go pee, then pick up Bubba's pooh off of the floor and clean it up? So, it's 9:15, and in 2 and a half hours I have done 4 loads of laundry and folded and put them away, cleaned up the dog bowls, run a load of dishes and put them away, and balanced the checkbook. I also emptied all of husband's tools out of various drawers in the kitchen, living room, and bathroom plus the closets which were put there because he "might need them later" and filled a banker's box with them. I'd put them away where they belong but I can't get at the work bench for all the crud that's all over it and the floor around it. Not to mention that there's two empty toolboxes and I can't get the workbench drawers open because he just shoves crud in there. And would it really kill him to flush the toilet? I've been trying to get to the store for 3 days now, but my boss is helpless. He needs me to come in and work on proposals and invoices for industrial fan repair (WT H do I know about industrial fan repair?) while he spends hours having difficulty and needing my help to download MP3's for his church band and somehow can't manage to earn enough money to make payroll without taking out a loan. MEN!