Frustration

I arrived home this morning, having had a good night at work.  Discovered that I was frustrated the moment I walked into the door.  I figured out part the source of my frustration.  Dennis is driving me nuts, starting projects, promising to complete them and maybe starting, maybe not, usually only completing a small portion of the project. 

Venting here today.  Recycle day, we bring the recycles to the curb twice a month.  He brought 75% of the recycles out, emptied some containers that belonged in the recycling while getting ready for work this morning.  The containers are still on the counter, we will get to keep them around for the next 2 weeks.  I know, seed for the next collection.  yup yup yup.  He promised to do dishes after supper last night, didn't do any, and left tea glasses, empty wrappers on the end table in the living room.  I placed a small garbage can right next to his chair so he had no excuse for leaving them on the table beside the can.  He had been doing the unshaven weekend all week long, the scratch whiskers bother me.  Leaving the dirty clothes by the bed instead of in the laundry basket 6 feet from the bed.  Yes, I know none of these are life threatening.  But I have talked to him about my frustration at the untidyness time and time.  So did I tidy up and go to bed, no, left things, wanting to graze on carbs.  Had a protein bar instead.  And slept.

I woke up from my sleep this afternoon.  Dennis was home from work, more things lying around.  I wanted to exercise, needed to exercise, asked him to join me.  He sighs deeply and declines.  Snoring on the sofa,  I head to the gym.  Timed poorly to go to the gym, all the cardio machines busy, the room was so humid, ughhhh.  Did some strengthening, waited for a machine to open up and couldn't breathe due to the humidity at the gym.  Walked on home again, the fresh air did feel good.  The ground is slippery from melted snow making ice on the streets and sidewalks.  Not a good day for outdoor walking either.

I had supper planned, told Dennis what I had planned, his response was "is that all?"  I planned to have stuffed potato with ham/broccoli and cheese.  I did not get what he found wrong with the meal.  Balanced, healthy.  Dennis does have a partial hearing loss in one ear, he uses this for an excuse.  I don't think he was listening at all.  I started cleaning the kitchen so there was somewhere to cook, he came to the kitchen and leaned on the counter to watch.  Looking like he wanted me to tell him what to do.  I didn't feel like I needed to explain how to tidy a kitchen.  We are both adults.  Asked is he was going to help me.  No.  Shoed him out of the kitchen and the way, he kept standing where I needed to work.  Trying to flirt with me, not in the mood with the disorder around the house.  Yes, I am, was in a frustrated state.  I talked to Dennis as I was preparing the planned dinner, explained that I was frustrated at the undone, partially done promises.  As I set supper on the plates, he looked and said approving words about the stuffed potatoes.  While I cleaned the kitchen, I asked him to retrieve the recycle cans and tidy up the pile of dirty clothes on his side of the bed.  My frustration is improving as the house is getting straightened up and I am sharing with Dennis. 

Thanks for listening.  tomorrow will, yes indeed, will be better.  Toodles for now.

Kathy,
 I feel your frustration, lady. I've been there, done that, with DH and DD/DS. I tend to hold it all in for a long while, then explode like a volcano which makes everyone straighten up and toe the line for a few days, then right back to normal until I explode again !  Sounds like a very bad day, great job not grabbing the carbs and eating like you need to with the protein bar and healthy choices. That is probably the hardest thing for all of us to learn and to stick to. You rockl!!!
Here's wishing you a better tomorrow.

Rhonda

Thanks for listenin' Rhonda, helps to put words to feelings.  And to have a good nap.

Kathy, you tell that man of yours I said quit being a poop! My hubby is blind and in constant pain, and does the dishes, brushes the dogs, vaccumes the furntiure, and what ever else I ask. He too has his moments he slacks and I get frustrated, as I feel that I have enough responsibility, and desrve the little help he can give. So... I can feel your frustration and relate oh so well.
Hoping he (your hubby) gets off his "taking it too easy" streak and does more to help out or at least take care of his own messes.

Dinner sounds yummy! Glad in the end Dennis approved. Hang in there. Good job resisting the carb monster! Hugs and calming vibes coming at ya!

THAT SUCKS!!!!!!  i know how u feel.  of course, i am not always the best  myself, but he makes me look truely diligent. not he can't help because of being sick and i still get frustrated, because of the before. you hang in there and just leave his crap and pick up your own. mabe he will get the message or you will kill him in the process. lol  vick

Kathy,

So sorry you are feeling so frustrated right now.  Sometimes, men just don't get it.  Here's to hoping he gets the message soon.

Good for you, not giving in to the carbs.  I probably would have given in and ate something totally bad.

Colleen

I read your post and the first thing that came to mind was - yep, it's one of those kinds of days!  Just had one, just slightly different.  A day where nothing is right and everything that can possibly go wrong, does. 

I don't think you need advice.  Venting is good for the soul!  ROFL!  However, I shall give you my two cents... it looks to me like you have done the right thing by communicating your frustrations and then moving his lazy ass (sorry, editorial inserted on purpose!) from the couch to picking up his dirty clothes.  You go girl! 

Thanks everyone, finally had it yesterday. When I got home today, much better around here. No worse anyway. Off to bed for a bit.