...husband whine??? O.M.G. I want to sock that man. He was supposed to go to an all day workshop today as part of his FREE job search services package provided by his former employer. The second part is scheduled for Friday. He went on and on last night about how he needed to wake up by 6:30 this morning so he could be sure to get there on time. Well, 6:30 comes and I hear the hens outside and I turn to look at the clock, then nudge him awake saying hey aren't you supposed to be getting up now? And he grumbles something about not for 15 more minutes! I go downstairs to shut the stupid birds up (they've been really noisy lately), and come back inside. By now his alarm goes off and he shuts it off and rolls over to go back to sleep! So I'm nudging him and trying to be encouraging and he starts whining about how tiiiiiired he is (part of this is his medication adjustment -- he hasn't fully adjusted yet) and why did I wake him uuuuuup and he doesn't waaaaant to gooooo. I think he's just stalling and playing games, but he's serious. He says he's going to postpone it until next week! So I tell him he should probably call to let them know and he stalls some more and says noooo, I'll do it at 8 o'clock when they open. Ummm, you can't leave a voicemail? Noooooo. Two minutes later, he's demanding that I go downstairs to get his files so he can call them nooooooow. No way! You get your sorry butt down there and find them yourself! Pleeeeease?! Groaaaaaan, etc., etc., etc. And now he's getting really bratty about it. So yeah, now I'm peeved as I'm stomping downstairs -- 'cuz well I am so fully awake NOW I could never go back to sleep, grab his pile of papers and stomp back upstairs plopping them on his chest. Then I go back downstairs to stew and start some laundry. Then I hear him coming downstairs. The paper he needs isn't with his files. Okay, so what am I supposed to know or do about that? Well did you clean up anything yesterday? (Translation: Did you move any one of these piles of paper that I never bother to sort through myself but prefer instead to add to and make grow taller that I MIGHT have set my stuff on in my usual haphazard way... or did you see them anywhere else where I might have carelessly plopped it down). Uh, no, I didn't touch any of your papers and if I HAD, I would have put them on your desk! Well, they're not with my files so where are they? How am I supposed to know that? Well I brought them home Monday night. Uh huh. Where did you put them? I don't know. Well THINK (he's always doing this to me when I forget something -- I was actually enjoying badgering him about this by now). Did you leave it in your car? NO, because I drove difficult child 1 in there Monday night and it wasn't there then and it wasn't there yesterday when I drove it. I just love his logic: If I cannot see it, it does not exist. I grabbed my keys and went out to his car. Unlocked the door. Opened the passenger door. And LO and BEHOLD: The missing papers were tucked between the center console and the passenger seat. What irks me most is that he RARELY puts anything away, and he FREQUENTLY waits until the 12th hour to look for something he needs and then it's a crisis when he can't find it. So. He called the company. He left a message requesting to reschedule his session for next week. And he's now back in bed with his headphones and breathing mask on. I underSTAND his anxiety. I underSTAND his resistance. I underSTAND his fatigue. But ya know what? Nobody let ME sleep in when I was unemployed and having to find work. And nobody let ME just rollover and go back to sleep when I had a new baby to nurse for the third time since I first tried going to bed along with a toddler and preschooler to tend to when husband took off each morning for work. Now WHERE did he put his BIG BOY pants?