Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Stress is my enemy right now. I don't like getting a phone call from one of my husband's co-workers especially when he berates me. What did I do? Well I guess I'm such a tight-wad that I won't let my husband have a new cell phone. I explained to the man on the phone that I have no control over my husband and that he chooses to use his old trac fone because he likes it.
J has told me more than once he doesn't want a new phone because he doesn't want a leash on him. He fears that like the rest of his co-workers he'll become addicted to the apps on the phone and not want to do anything else all day long but be a slave to it.
So I get chewed out.
Oh and get this, I have my husband explain to the neanderthal that I don't like being shouted at on the home phone and told I'm cheap. The guy denied he ever said that and that he was just joking. I heard no laughter in his voice. GRRRR.
So I had a sleepless night, an argument with my spouse about how his job is leaking stress into our home life, and the fact that J screwed up a shot last night. I swear he dumped a quarter of the menopur out of the needle. I had to take the syringe from him and administer the shot myself. So last night I gave myself two of the three shots.
I'm so frustrated. I want to cry, scream, and in general have a tantrum like a 2 year old with these hormones. Oh, but I'm not allowed to because of the stress level.
So after one hour sleep today I had my estridol level drawn. I just hope my numbers aren't too screwed up.
I even had time to strip the majority of the old finish off of the dining room table yesterday. I added a thin layer of spray wax to hold it for a while until I get the time to strip more of it all. Naked wood means wood can warp and I'd rather my dining room table not warp.
Today's project is just cookies. I'm in the midst, yes while typing this, of baking chocolate chip oatmeal cookies. Its a first for me and a request from one of my husband's co-workers. No not the bum that called me and upset me.
I'll let you know if the cookies turn out good enough to post the recipe and a photo of cookies tomorrow.