Thursday, March 19, 2009

frustration...

So, I am really frustrated with Evan...but I think that he is just the target of everything because, well I guess there is a bunch of stuff that is somewhat related to him and are, in general, idiotic things that are irriating me. At the moment if Evan came home I would probably scream at him about all these things and then feel horrible because basically they are not his fault. Also, Evan has been working A TON...

There is:
The toilet that gets clogged every other day...
The garbage has not been taken to the curb (Evan's job) for two weeks now because I cannot remember to tell him and he doesn't bother to remember.
The ladder out back that I banged my knee on while taking out the dog
The dog hates to put on his harness because of the stupid spikes Evan put on it, but I have to put it on because I can't carry him anymore, so I have to struggle with him everytime I do.
My own body feels like crap all the time, maybe because of the mattress, maybe because of the food I am eating, or not eating, maybe because of not taking my meds as regularly as I should...

I am only writing this all out in the hopes that by the time Evan gets home I won't be so upset.

1 comment:

Angela Rodman said...

Oh, Liz, I know exactly how you feel! This is going to sound very anti-feminist but it's my best advice: You have to train them while they're young. I have had lots of people tell me this and it is very, very true. Just this year, Jonathan and I have reached a point where he does what I ask him to do and sometimes he takes initiative and takes care of things without me asking him to. Evan just needs to know that you will tolerate some things, whereas others are not okay. And pick your battles. Maybe you can live with the ladder being in your way, but you're paying for garbage service so the cans need to go to the curb. I know you probably just wanted to vent, but I know exactly how frustrating of a situation that can be so I wanted to offer some advice.