- 5 years ago
- Wedding: July 2012
I never complain about Darling Husband here, but I am frustrated with him right now I need to vent to someone before I get home tonight. Perhaps it will keep me calm.
Our Saint Bernard is a seizure dog and has to go in every 3 months to get blood drawn to make sure his levels of phenobarbital are good. He is due in November, so Darling Husband, without asking me, just went ahead and made an appointment for today at 1:15. I decided not to question it too much because I figured it was really sweet of him to take the time to take the dog in. HOWEVER, I was a bit concerned because Darling Husband has prep period from 1:15 to 1:40 only. I have time this Saturday where I could have done it because in addition to getting blood drawn, we needed his nails clipped and his ears cleaned. I asked Darling Husband if he wanted me to do it on a Saturday instead, and he ASSURED me that he had the time because he had someone watching his class, so he would. Ok, fine.
I take lunch from 12:30-1:30, so I came home, Darling Husband got Napoleon, and took him to the vet. I was JUST getting ready to leave the house when Darling Husband just shoved the dog inside the front door, leash attached, gave me Napoleon’s ear meds and said, “I gotta go.” And just ran to his pickup and drove off. I’m like WTF? So I haul Napoleon downstairs because I have to be back at work, and he is crying up a storm. Like a high pitched cry that he NEVER does unless something is seriously wrong. I texted Darling Husband and asked him if he even let Napoleon go to the bathroom after his appointment. Darling Husband says no. I was like for fucks sakes, really? You take a dog to an appointment where he’s got his nails messed with, his sore ears messed with, AND blood taken, not to mention all the other animal smells, and you don’t let him pee first because shoving him in the vehicle and then shoving him inside the house?! So I ran back in the house, got Napoleon’s collar on, and led him outside. He BARELY made it out before he started peeing.
Bees, I am SO pissed. One, Darling Husband said taking care of the dog’s appointment was totally doable. And then he just shoved the dog in the house as I’m on my way out with NO potty break becuse he has to get back to work? He knows what time I take lunch, so obviously knew I had to leave. Two, Darling Husband is salary and would get paid even if he was late to teach his next class. PLUS he had another teacher watching his class, so they anticipated him being late today. MY work, on the other hand, is paid by the hour. I get one hour for lunch. If I go over my time, and I don’t hit 40 hours a week, they deduct those hours from my PTO.
So now because of Darling Husband I have to work 20 minutes extra tonight. Yeah, it doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, but it sucks. At the end of the day you just want to go home. Plus I have this big fucking cold sore on my lip and have had a hell of a week. I guess I am morely just pissed because Darling Husband made it sound like it was no problem and then just shoved Napoleon inside without even properly taking care of him all the way first when he HAD people taking care of his work back at school.
Don’t do a task if you’re only going to half-ass it, seriously. Especially when it comes to our dog (who, by the way, is 94 pounds, a whole 40 pounds heavier than what he was in July. What a big boy).
Thanks for letting me vent. This has been a poopy week.