Trying Not to Pull My Hair Out April 17, 2007
On a normal day, my husband and I work pretty well together. I get up first and make the coffee, we take turns taking the pooch out, and he fires up dinner once I’m done with work. On other days, it falls apart. I’ve a) done my taxes, b) completed a full work day, c) babysat the too-energetic dog because Mr. Alpha has a headache.
Wait, what?! How does it end up that the person who worked a full day gets dog-sitting duty while the non-working person gets a pass? It’s just not fair! Of course, I started steaming once I realized it was another one of those days where I get stuck being “on-call” beyond what is normally fair and then I stopped to realize why: I frickin’ volunteered.
My first response when hubby said he had a headache was to try to solve the problem (namely, Alpha Poochie). The problem is that now I’m stuck feeling a bit used and it’s my own fault. I don’t want to blame myself even though it’s my problem (who does?), so I guess I’ll just blame it on the rain. There are few things worse than realizing that you fully identify with a Milli Vanilli jam. Welcome to Tuesday.