I'm generally pissed at DH. The construction project for redoing the bedrooms (all I was going to do was repaint them) that he was going to "bang out in a couple of weeks" starting the 2nd week of October is. still. going. I finally threw a royal fit yesterday so he'd finish laying the wood in the little boys' room (5 planks) that he hadn't touched in 4 weeks. His excuse "Remember, I got a job?" - ya, TWO weeks ago, NOT over a month ago when you started laying the floor. ARGH!!
Remember, I"M HAVING A NEW BABY you snot! I have had 4 kids in a 10x10 room since we left for Disneyland. A dresser in the middle of my hallway. The other dresser in the garage (which he took over with all his crap, so my sewing and parking areas are unusable & EVERYTHING is covered in construction dust). 1/2 of the boys' crap and his extra tools in the middle of the only open area in MY bedroom - I literally have 2 1/2 ft in a path around my bed & my clothes on top of the storage boxes of boys' stuff.
And I'M apparently the one with the crappy attitude who's being mean to him. Oh, and I'M digging myself a hole - see if he ever starts another project in the house again. REALLY? If you could finish one, THAT would be the miracle right now.
Oh, and the sleep thing - yep, pissing me off too. I'm up 30 times a night to pee and deal with the 2yo and 4yo who have decided that sleep is over-rated. And, we USE to have the agreement/habit that I would get up early with kids on Saturdays so he could sleep in, since he went to work so early (but he hasn't worked in 6 mo until 2wks ago) and then he'd get up and make breakfast on Sundays so I could sleep a bit for ONE day a week. Ya, that pretty much just vanished when he went to TX for work last year and has never come back. But I just don't get how tired he is. argh.