Men, Can't Live With Them....

To say I am unhappy with my husband at the moment, would be a great understatement. I am furious.

I have been sick for over a freakin week now. In that time, he has done the dishes and made dinner about 5 times. He did the laundry half assed. And everything else has not been done. If I were not ill, I would be doing these things, and thus not be pissed off. However, I am ill. I am exhausted. I am nauseated and/or have my stomach feeling as though it may in fact be on fire. I am running a fever off and on. And when I move my left arm, I want to cut it off, so I don't have to feel the pain caused by moving it. I have shingle blisters right where your arm goes into your body, right next to your armpit, so every movement causes the skin to rub on itself. It sucks. It itches and burns, and hurts, and no amount of vicodin and benedryl does anything for it.

So I have a stack of half done laundry that needs done. I have vacuuming to be done, and the kitchen floor needs swept and mopped. Spenser's room needs shoveled out it is so trashed, and his clothes do not seem to be in the drawers or closet, because god knows it is ever so difficult to actually put them away.

The toy room looks like a bomb went off, and there are bits and pieces of toy guts strewn here and there.

The master bedroom, in which I have not slept for a week now, needs the bed made, and clothes put away.

On top of all of that, I need to steam clean the carpets, and dust and wipe things down.

Did any of this shit get done by the other adult in this house? NO.

I am so mad, you can literally see the steam pouring out of my ears. So today after I see the damn doctor, I am sure she will tell me there is nothing else they can do, I will have to come home and clean, instead of laying down and napping since lastnight I got maybe 2-3 hours of sleep.

Did I mention that I have maybe gotten 4-6 hours of sleep at night for over a week, if I am lucky? I am so tired, and so sore it isn't even funny. I am swollen, my left boob is so swollen, it hangs down farther then the right. I look like a damn freak. Blistered and swollen, yep I am attractive now.

I want to sleep for a freakin week.

I want my damn cry baby of a husband to stop his bitching about how tired he is, because him worked all day long, (sing song baby voiced for the phrase before)and do some fucking work around this house instead of sitting on his fat ass playing his stupid god damn geek computer game.

The bastard has the nerve to complain when he is sick, and he gets a sick day, and all he does is lay around, doing the woe is me shit. I want to be able to do that. I hate my life at this moment. I wish I could shoot laser beams out of my eyeballs into his ass, and make him move about, because at least then, I would be amused.

HATE BEING SICK. TIRED OF BEING TIRED.

Someone save me.