I Am Not Your Momma

I love my husband but I do beleive he got a little too complacent and thought he could just do whatever and not get in trouble. No, he didn’t cheat or anything. You see he doesn’t really make an effort to get up in the morning. He has a habit of staying up late and wanting to sleep all morning. I got into a habit of bickering with him every morning to get up. I was a bitch for “nagging” him about getting up. And bickering with someone every morning about getting up is freaking draining. AND I never get to sleep in since he seems to think he can sleep until ten every sat and sun am. I am busting my butt all day long trying to keep up with stuff and he stays up late playing games….how dare I suggest that maybe I should get some time to sleep in.

Yesterday morning I decided enough was enough. I was not going to subject myself to “being a bitch for nagging”. So I get up at 5 am like always. I set about my daily goings on…laundry, email, blogging, getting kids up and ready, eating, picking up this and that, and then prepping for work. At 6:30 I hear the bedroom alarm go off. Shortly after that his cellphone alarm goes off. I continue on with what I need to do. At 7:30 I am ready to hop in the shower and get ready for the day. He is still laying there. At 8 I am in the living room ready. So I knit for 30 minutes. At 8:30 I hear nothing and take lil man off to daycare, which is literally at the end of our road. I take him and sign him in at 8:35. At 8:38 I am getting in my car and checking my phone to see if he called. He hasn’t. I put my phone in my pocket, get in the car and head out the parking lot. As I exit I look towards our house, no sign of him. Fine, I am not even going to drive by the house because I have threatened to leave his ass at home too many times. This time I am making good on my threat. I am sick and tired of having to wait for him 9 out of 10 times. As I go down the street and hit the interstate my phone rings. I can’t get it out of my pocket, I think it was snagged somewhere. Anyway by the time I got it out he hung up, yea it was him for sure. When I get to the street our office is on, he calls again. He is pissed. Now I am a bitch for having the audacity to demand a smooth moving morning and what is this? He wants me to turn around and pick him up? WHAT? Let me think about that, NO. He asks how is he going to get there. I tell him to take the bus. He gets angry and decides I can come get him after lunch. I say “maybe” and hang up. You want to know what he does, he calls his father (our boss) whom pities him and bails him out on this situation. I tell ya, had it been my son I would say “take the bus and get your ass up next time”. But his dad is nicer than me.

Some may seem that me blogging about this is wrong. I dunno, I think it should be discussed. These are the mistakes that are made in a marriage (even if we include blogging the dirty laundry as a mistake). I am hoping anyone contemplating marriage sees this and starts talking with their spouse. Cause mistakes happen and people get pissed. All I know is, I bet he gets up this morning.