Cullen works from 11-7 on Tuesdays.
Instead of being helpful so that I can finish packing SIX PEOPLE to get on an AIRPLANE tomorrow, he hopped on the treadmill first chance he got. Isn't that nice? I'm SO glad he's home. It's like this every Tuesday.
His ass better not think that once we're both licensed and ready to go full capacity and both do daycare that he gets to pull this bullshit. What a jackass. I'm SO THANKFUL that he got to work out today. THAT is all that matters, mister tone and fit. Who cares about me trying to get his shit packed? Asswipe.
Did you tell him that you feel this way? Or are you expecting him to read your mind? ;)
ReplyDeleteI told him that after I got the babies fed and laid down that I'd like him to hang with Ethan while I scrubbed the bathroom. And that I needed to go downstairs and grab the rest of the laundry. "Of course!" he said.
ReplyDelete*sigh* "My biceps are TAUT right now. I lifted HARD!" Well, thank God. Oh well. i need to suck it up. I'd just rather him not pretend that he's going to help. It's a FARCE!
asshat. okay, just really wanted to say asshat.
ReplyDeletethat is all.
okay now that *thats* out of my system, perhaps we can assume he is trying to accumulate more energy to help out?
ReplyDeletei like that thought.