Jeez. I got home from working out at 7:50pm. At that time the girls should have had their lunches packed, their clothes out for tomorrow, and their pajamas on. I came in the door with ten minutes to spare before Survivor started, figuring the girls would want to watch it with me. Except - no clothes out, no lunch packed, no pj's on. Hubby just laying on our bed, looking pathetic, girls running around the house. So I had to get all their school stuff together, etc and so on, and he went to bed at 8pm. Mind you, when I was so very sick over the summer, feverish and shaking all day (lost five pounds in five days I was so sick), and he was out of town for work, I had to do everything for them, even though I felt like hell. HE couldn't even simply get them ready for bed one night. *sighs* What is it about men?
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ninetydegrees
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on 2005-09-16 01:29 am (UTC)Mind you, when I was so very sick over the summer, feverish and shaking all day (lost five pounds in five days I was so sick), and he was out of town for work, I had to do everything for them, even though I felt like hell. HE couldn't even simply get them ready for bed one night. *sighs* What is it about men?