Things have gotten much better since my last post, and now I feel guilty for ranting so much. Friday night, Mr. M and I sat down and talked about what was bothering each of us. That is one of my favorite things about my husband- he is always willing to TALK things out and find a solution with me. I truly feel like I have a partner who is in this right there with me, giving as much as I am.
I started my new job on Saturday, and let me tell ya, it's rough. After only being out of work for a month and a half, my body has gotten lazy. Hopefully it won't take too long to snap out of it, because I have a very physically demanding job. I work in the Speed Demon Bar & Grill at the Victory dealership. I gotta hand it to servers everywhere- bartending was easy compared to serving! Everything I needed (including customers) was right there in front of me. None of this running back and forth and back and forth stuff. But it's fun, and I'll get used to it. Plus, I have a pretty cool co-worker, V. She's a laid-back kinda chick who is with a man who just recently got out of the Army, so she understands the stresses I'm going thru. All 4 of us hung out and shot some pool after we got done work on Sunday, which was not the best day of the week to be out, I'm sure. But it was sooooooo nice to have some more estrogen in the room!!
So Sunday evening almost turned disastrous. Another example of how awesome my hubby really is. I was at work from 11am-6pm, so he offered to go to the commissary and do the grocery shopping. He hates grocery shopping with me anyway, because I'm so OCD. The cart needs to be organized the way I want it put on the belt, so that it goes into the bags the way I want. Anyway, he practically jumped at the chance to go alone, so I wasn't gonna argue. He's a big boy, he can handle it.
Except that he didn't. He wound up hanging out with his buddies all day, lost track of time, and was almost late coming to pick me up from work. We didn't talk about it right away because, like I said, we went to shoot some pool. When we got home, I told him that it sucked that when he works all day, he comes home to a clean apartment, a dish-less sink, and dinner either ready or almost ready, but I came home and still had to clean up and wash dishes and make dinner and worry about an empty fridge. Instead of going all defensive like a lot of men I know would, he simply asked how I would like to split the housework from that point on. God, I love him!
Oh, oh, oh-- two days running that he remembered to pull the shower curtain closed =)