I am slowly going insane. Besides the obvious of Frank being out of work still, there is the whole aspect of him being here, near me, ALL THE TIME. I wake up, there he is, I get up, there he is, I go from room to room and oh, look, THERE HE IS.
Some women don't mind this. I have a friend who almost GUSHES when she talks about having her husband home for extended periods of time and for her I say "Yippee" for me, I'm like "Are you freakin kidding me?" I started to cry the other day because I just needed to be alone. I shared this with my loving husband and told him that I was going insane because of the lack of privacy. So what does he do? He knocks on the door while I'm in the bathroom to ask me some STUPID question that really didn't even need an answer right then and there! So I'm thinking "Is he really this inconsiderate?" and I've come to the conclusion that yes, yes he is.
Today I BEGGED him to go out. I didn't care where. Just go. Please. Leave. Just for a little while. Did he? No. Is he doing things around here that need to be done? Not particularly. He did hang some shelves for me yesterday for my writing resources and whatnot and that turned in to a MAJOR production - you'd think I was asking him to build a damn skyscraper, for crying out loud!
I am an unemployed, stay-at-home mom who is used to having the house to myself for a large portion of the day. I am used to doing even the most mundane of tasks without having to give someone all of the details of it. For two months I have (mostly) been a good sport. Not so much right now. I want to run away from home and find a deserted house that I can just sit in and enjoy the quiet.
Anyone have one of those that I can escape to for a couple of days?
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