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2017-10-29 15:45:05 (UTC)

Sick Sunday plz leave me alone!

So, he has been laying on the sofa in "his area" of the house which I was hoping I could get him to help me clean up this weekend...since he is finally off work a couple days...but he is sick. He has been laying in there since yesterday afternoon when he got out of bed. Has been coughing constantly...blowing his nose on snot rags leaving them laying on his side "lazy table"...which is piled high. I have been wiping down everything in the other rooms bath or kitchen that he may be touching with Lysol wipes. That alone is a job. He will not stop touching shit...I have asked him to let me get things for him...cups, bowls, water etc so he does not contaminate everything...I am trying to avoid him getting sick again from his own germs if this is a 24 hr thing and I do not want any of us getting sick.....

He is back from store...I will finish this later.....

He is getting on my last nerve....

When I got up this morning, his sofa is in dire need of having the cover I put on it and all the pillows laundered any pillow cases changed.
But I asked him to help me do that when he is ready to shower and put on clean clothes....instead....he says he is going to the auto parts store to get some of this fluid he has been putting in his truck....and he was not taking a shower yet. So, he put on clothes...and left. I knew the nasty SOB would go other places...which he did. He had to go into the grocery store to pick up some bubble gum and a bell pepper I can use for spaghetti later. Like I want to use it after he has touched it. I know this sound harsh people...I can just see your faces thinking I am a controlling bitch....
People...he does not cover his mouth when he coughs.....and that is just a minor thing. WASH YOUR DAMN HANDS!!!! He has to be told
like a child.....

I was getting ready to cook breakfast before he left....he could not leave me alone. This is how I cook bacon....as he begins to give me instructions on how HE COOKS DAMN BACON. I let him go on...then asked him to get out of the kitchen so I could get started...of course I do not cook bacon like he does. I can not enjoy cooking ever if he is here. He thinks cause he cooked in the damn army that he is a know it all - do it my way or it is wrong chef. Well, he is not.

I was had a family that never went hungry before I met him. I cooked every day....breakfast, lunch and dinner. No one died....
and my kitchen was always clean...as it is right now even though....my cooked bacon is on a plate while the rice cooks....
coffee pot ready to turn on if anyone wants more coffee. I have biscuits in the oven....I smell it all cooking...and I finally had
to tell him to get the hell out of here while I am cooking. I told him I want him out of here because not only am I cooking but
I am trying hard to avoid any of us getting sick.....he IS SICK.

He finally walked in there...into the nasty mess he lives in.
Normally I would have had all that done too...but I am still trying to recup from this damn knee replacement...
and I am not able to do much without help...he was supposed to help me with some of this stuff this weekend...
but he won't.

I will end up doing it all.
And I will end up sick....my son too.

That is my life

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