if I don't vent about him, I'm gonna EXPLODE!
The guy is driving me bonkers over this move. We are taking small things to the new house a little at a time. *I* am trying to do this in a neat, orderly fashion - cleaning ahead and behind as I go...but husband's approach is the "bull in a china shop" method.
husband wants to grab random stuff, (regardless of what it is or what it disrupts to move it) drive it over there and stick it in a pile. No cleaning - no sorting - no organizing - no nothing. Just grab, drive, dump. Now that would be one thing if he was doing that with *his* stuff...
but he is trying to do this with MY stuff.
I had all these old, sentimental things packed away in boxes in the back of my closet. Since none of these things were being used, it made sense to move them first - bringing them out of a closet here, and putting them into a closet there. Except - husband wants to start unpacking them...."Ooooooooh, what's in this box? Oh what is this? Oh hey - look what I found!" THEN - he wants to figure out where to put these things on display. Welll....let's see....#1-there isn't even any furniture here yet....so there's literally no place to put anything on display yet...and #2-it's *my* old stuff that I don't necessarily WANT on display. But there is husband - trying to dig through all my boxes. I had to practically slap his hands to get him to leave the stuff be...
Then he wants to pack stuff that we are using - like the dishes and the kid's clothes. Ummm....that stuff should go last. Go pack up all your old camping equipment! Well.....no, he doesn't want to get into that right now....
We had a problem arranging internet service at the new place. husband's solution is to get on the phone and SCREAM at them [Yeah, thanks, hon - I'm sure they'll be thrilled to help us now.] So I had to take over and handle it.
And now, he is taking tomorrow off of work to move a lot more stuff. And never mind *his* stuff...He figures he'll start by clearing *MY* desk...
I am trying to remain calm in order to avoid a homicide.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
(And I'm just gonna keep reminding myself.....just in case...)
The guy is driving me bonkers over this move. We are taking small things to the new house a little at a time. *I* am trying to do this in a neat, orderly fashion - cleaning ahead and behind as I go...but husband's approach is the "bull in a china shop" method.
husband wants to grab random stuff, (regardless of what it is or what it disrupts to move it) drive it over there and stick it in a pile. No cleaning - no sorting - no organizing - no nothing. Just grab, drive, dump. Now that would be one thing if he was doing that with *his* stuff...
but he is trying to do this with MY stuff.
I had all these old, sentimental things packed away in boxes in the back of my closet. Since none of these things were being used, it made sense to move them first - bringing them out of a closet here, and putting them into a closet there. Except - husband wants to start unpacking them...."Ooooooooh, what's in this box? Oh what is this? Oh hey - look what I found!" THEN - he wants to figure out where to put these things on display. Welll....let's see....#1-there isn't even any furniture here yet....so there's literally no place to put anything on display yet...and #2-it's *my* old stuff that I don't necessarily WANT on display. But there is husband - trying to dig through all my boxes. I had to practically slap his hands to get him to leave the stuff be...
Then he wants to pack stuff that we are using - like the dishes and the kid's clothes. Ummm....that stuff should go last. Go pack up all your old camping equipment! Well.....no, he doesn't want to get into that right now....
We had a problem arranging internet service at the new place. husband's solution is to get on the phone and SCREAM at them [Yeah, thanks, hon - I'm sure they'll be thrilled to help us now.] So I had to take over and handle it.
And now, he is taking tomorrow off of work to move a lot more stuff. And never mind *his* stuff...He figures he'll start by clearing *MY* desk...
I am trying to remain calm in order to avoid a homicide.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
I love my husband.
(And I'm just gonna keep reminding myself.....just in case...)