Well, here I thougt my DH had some smarts going on. I thought he had a grasp on the score. I was sadly mistaken.

He's been under serious pressure for the past six months at work, and I've tried to be understanding. It's hard sometimes, considering that I earn more tha twice what he does, but I know that income is not indicative of relative stress. On the other hand, my work hasn't been a bowl of cherries either; we've all been downsized out of offices into cubes, and all vacations have been declined through the end of July to deal with possible issues arising from new laws (gotta love congress!)

So tonight we have plans to get together with a couple of friends and go to a ball game. He gets home in the most foul mood ever, and proceeds to make an ass of himself all the way to the ball park. He seems to get over it, but I'm pissed and not letting him off that easy. I had to do some tap-dancing to make sure our friends did't feel his stress and we could all have a good time. So we get home, and his big complaint? He's pissed because my last few hair appointments (one every six weeks or so) has fallen on a skid weekend. Clearly I'm avoiding his kids! Because every third visit or so I take 4 hours to myself. What a selfish biatch I am!!! Someone call the evil step brigade, because clearly I'm their new leader!

I hope he pulls his head out of his ass toot suite, or there will be hell to pay. This is my house, and my life; I'll be damned if I'm going to feel guilty for a few hours taken for myself every 6 weeks!