Oh cry me a freakin' river.

So Mike is whining lately that he "never gets a break"...and "when do I get free time?"

Umm... buddy, you get home at 12:30 most nights...stay up on the computer playing to 2-3am. Then get up in the morning...lounge around and read or play the computer til 2pm. The extent of your "doings" during the week are checking on the pool a few times a day while you wander around the yard smoking a cigarette--- taking the trash to the curb on Tuesday nights....and emptying the litter box once, maybe 2x a week. Oh yea..and you wash your own dishes. Kudos to that.

He starts working around 1pm on Saturday or Sunday on our much needed house projects. And yes, he does bust his ass mowing the lawn and building the room in the basement. Its been a long hot summer, and I feel for him and appreciate the work he has done so far. Ive complimented him a lot and cook/clean on the weekends so he can focus on the projects.

But to bitch that he "never had any rest time" is total BULLSHIT. What were you doing during the months of May and June? Oh right...nothing. He didnt start any of the projects til the end of JUNE. We had the money. We've HAD the money since the spring, so that wasnt the issue. HE chose to wait til the last minute. HE chose to ONLY work on the weekend. HE chose to take an entire weekend "off" here and there. You dug the hole, buddy. YOU knew the timeline.

Paige's birthday party is NEXT Saturday. THAT was the basic deadline for all major construction. Furniture needs to be in it's designated rooms by then....so as to not have the house in shambles when 30+ people are invading our small 980 sq ft home. Yes, our home is small...so we really cant afford to "shut off" rooms, as Mike put it. I can't have a dresser in the middle of the play room where 5+ kids will be playing. Cant have boxes & furniture right in the path way from the outside to the bathroom. This is the ONE DAY a year ANYONE COMES TO VISIT US. (Yes, I am serious about that, both families only come up 1x a year).

I hate to bitch and complain about him...cause really, he IS doing an AWESOME job downstairs. But the lack of motivation and the slow speed has caused me nothing but anxiety & tears. I come home from work...and my house is either dirtier/messier than when I left in the morning...or exactly the same as I left it. Meaning NOTHING has been done. NOTHING. Laundry sits unfolded. Boxes sit unmoved. The office sits still full of clutter. I got MAJOR cramps the other night and pulled something in my back lugging shit upstairs and downstairs that I knew I shouldnt be moving...but if I dont move it....who will? Yea, no one, apparently. So I get home and my moods drastically change to psycho path Vicki as I realize we are closer to dates & deadlines and still NO WHERE CLOSE to being done. I cry, I snap at my poor innocent daughter...and I get overwhelmed with the chaos. I cannot live like this. I need to know it's all set. I need a place to ready things.

If you dont want to work your ass off every weekend, how about you do some of it during the week? And yes...there are 7 days to the week.... not 3.

And school starts in a few weeks. For both my "children". *Sigh*.