My Husband Drives Me Insane

My husband just made me so angry just before going to sleep, that now I am completely unable to drift off, while he is in there snoring...loudly I might add...let me explain...

When we moved into this house, I knew this was not the house of my dreams. Everything that I wanted in a house (and pretty much everything he wanted also) was explained away as being 'not easily attainable in a first time house'. I wanted 2 bathrooms, we got one. I wanted 3 bedrooms, we got 2. I wanted a dishwasher, needless to say, there is not one here. You get my drift. When I saw this house, I knew it would not be big enough for the 2 of us. It's only a little over 1000 square feet, but Jeff reassured me that it would be more than enough room, and I could even use the second bedroom as my scrapbook room. So I agreed, we signed the papers, the house is now ours. My 'scrapbook room' is now transformed into a storage room. My total gym is in there, and my treadmill, all of my scrapbook stuff, and several empty containers, of which Jeff does not want to put up into the storage area above our garage, because critters might get into them. They are plastic. Therefore, my total gym is not able to be set up, nor is my treadmill (they both have stuff piled on top of them). I am unable to scrap, due to the piles of crap that keep accumulating on the table.

Moving on to this morning when he got home from work. The first thing out of his mouth was, 'I think I am going to buy Rock Band'. I said 'cool'. Even though he has countless, and I do mean countless, games lying around here, packed in boxes, what have you. He usually only plays one game (maybe 2) at a time. When he gets a new game, he plays it for about 3-4 hours, then he gets a new one. This is how it has always been with Jeff, at least since I've known him. I don't normally mind, Jeff does work hard, he pays all of the bills, and I don't want to be one of those 'naggy' wives. If he works, he should reap some rewards, and I believe this 100%.

Changing subjects, but I promise it is necessary for my point. O.K., so, I am really trying to lose some weight. I am not happy, haven't been for a very long time. I am embarrassed to be around people because of how I look. I have always been the overweight friend, now I am the morbidly obese friend. I find it disgusting. Enough about that, I am really trying to eat better...chicken, broccoli, the works. I know that if I supplement my eating habits with an exercise routine, I will feel better more quickly. But remember, if I want to even see my total gym or my treadmill, I have to dig. So, I came across an infomercial (I know, stamp sucker on my forehead) for slim in 6. It seems pretty easy to do, low impact, and I can do it in the living room. It's big enough, and there doesn't look to be a whole lot of jumping around in the DVD's, so I thought I would give it a try. Plus, it's only $20 for 3 months. Not a bad deal to feel better right?

Wrong, according to my husband. I jumped into bed this morning, and I explained how I wanted to get this fitness program called slim in 6. Before I said anything else, he says, 'no Rachel, you do not need that. How many things do you have in there right now?' I stated that they are all videos, not DVD's, of which I would not be able to use out in the living room. He asks, 'what about the chuck norris thing you have in there? and your treadmill? why don't you try using those for a while?' I was frickin speechless.

The reason why I am not using my 'chuck norris' thing and the reason I am not using my treadmill is because you insisted that we buy this house, you insisted we would have enough room, and now you won't throw your EMPTY containers in storage, WHERE THEY SHOULD BE, and because you won't do this, I have no room to set up my exercise equipment! Meanwhile, I want to use frickin $60 to buy myslf a program to help myself get in shape, and you want to throw $125 away on ANOTHER video game? You have got to be frickin kidding me!!!!

Now, I am so pissed off that I can't go to sleep, even though I have to work tonight, and even if I weren't pissed off, he is sawing logs so loudly that I am surprised someone outside is not yelling 'timber'! Who knew marriage could be so lovely???