Seriously...I'm grumpy

 When I get sick, I get grumpy.

I am fucking tired of being a bitch maid. I do 95% of all chores in house.  The 3% that would make this 98% is me asking you to do dishes, switch laundry, fold, or take out the fucking trash.  Take this morning for instance. I'm run down and fighting not getting sick. Tomorrow we fly out. I simply ask, trash needs to go, bathroom trash needs dumped. I reminded you twice. You forgot the bathroom trash. Now I realize in the big picture this is not a big deal. But are you fucking kidding me? You literally have such little to do, even less I ask, and yet the bathroom trash is nearly overflowing.

You are excited about our trip. I'm a mixed bag.  Another drinking marathon for you. I'm sure you are excited. But for me, I find you annoying when you reach 6 beers. 4 beers it begins. But you are a champion at marathon drinking. You get short fused, repeat conversations and if anything irritates you it can single handily ruin a good night.  You are not funny, you are not fun, you are not enjoyable.  It's like a flickering fuse, what will make you blow. And then bedtime, how joyous, you will snore like a freight train.  So my vacations sleep really doesn't happen. There is a couch pullout, I pray it's comfortable for me.  I also feel I shouldn't be the one to always have the couch, but do I dare piss you off and suggest you take it? Or will you comply and go, no you won't. You will say "i'm sorry", or "I won't snore" you may get mad. Why couldn't I have married someone that could travel and leave the college mentality behind.


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