It started out bad this morning.
So I went to work, and since Fridays are shorter day, I got off early. Just when I was about to start my weekend, my alarm went off. What? Why did I set an alarm on a Saturday? Wait... it's only Friday in reality. That means I have to go to work... again.
Although there were 2.5 days of work this week, this work week still seemed like forever. However, I did accomplish a big "monster" at work - at least, everything I could do about it, and started other minor tasks. I scheduled a short site review near the end of the day, so that I could just go home right after.
To make the open afternoon count, I
- picked up Roshi's 1.5 day of poop in the yard
- read the last chapter of my course material (course officially starts in a week or so)
- put all my 2012 health claims into envelopes and stamped
- filed away some paperwork, and
- got ready for my bank meeting tomorrow.
He said his hi's, checked out a few things on the Internet, and turns on Counterstrike. Again. I spazzed out. And yes, at this moment as I'm writing this, I'm still mad at him. We're not talking.
B is a gamer and watches Starcraft tournaments. I know about this from the start. I have no problems with him gaming or Starcraft-ing, even if it's a daily thing. However, I think he took advantage of this. Not only does he game daily, he games ALL the time. So here is a general schedule of our week:
Monday - Friday
7:00 - 4:30 - Wakes up, go to work, be at work, etc..
4:30 - 5:30 - B gets home, but I really don't know what he is doing during this hour, and so I won't comment. However, I have a clue, because...
5:30 - I get home, and he's on his computer gaming.
5:30 - 7:00 - I shower, make dinner, hang with Roshi, etc. alone.
7:00 - 7:30 - Eat dinner.
7:30 - B either do dishes or goes back upstairs to game.
7:30 - 12:00 - I watch tv, play boardgames, read, etc. alone; sometimes, I'll be upstairs on my computer with him in the same room physically.
12:00 - Bedtime.
Please note: he told me this before, he occasionally watches Starcraft tournaments at work.
Saturday/Sunday
9:00/10:00 - I wake up.
Morning - Eat breakfast, get things done, hang out with Roshi, waste it by watching tv, etc..
12:00 - 1:00 - Sometimes I'll make lunch, B wakes up.
1:00 - 2:00 - We eat lunch at home or outside.
2:00 - 4:00 - Get groceries, and sometimes shopping. If it takes too long, or there's a good tournament on, B moans and groans.
4:00 - 4:15 - Put away groceries.
4:15 - 7:00 - B goes upstairs to game or watch tournaments, while I'm downstairs alone making dinner with the tv on. He will occasionally come down and change my channel to sports and then head back upstairs to his computer. WTF?
7:00 - 7:30 - Eat dinner.
7:30 - B might do dishes or he'll leave it until tomorrow. If latter, goes back upstairs to game/Starcraft.
7:30 - Bedtime - I spend it alone with Roshi doing whatever.
Now, how can any wife not be mad when this is the daily routine? I've nicely voiced my unhappiness about it. I've complained about it. Nothing. It is until I'm fuming and yelling when he gets it. So around October or so, he said he will game/Starcraft 4 times a week. Fine.
Just before Christmas, promise broken; this daily routine started all over again. I've been just whining and complaining saying, "You're going to play again? You play everyday!" All I get is 'Yep' and no signs of change. Therefore, I blew up today, and fumed out of the room and down the stairs. He left his computer and came down with me. But what did he do? Nothing. He just laid on the couch. Couldn't he say something like, "I'm sorry, I won't play as much?" or "Ok, I'll try to work on my promise and only play 4 days a week?" or even offer to help me organize the pantry (yes, I refuse to waste time and trying to make every second productive).
Whatever.
He is came into the room and just said "I don't care what you say, I'm playing."
I somewhat want to just take the car and drive to Calgary and stay with my parents for the weekend. However, I can't. I have way too many appointments scheduled for tomorrow. Unfortunately, I have to depend on him to give me a ride. @#$%.
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