Me me me me me

We are going on a trip.  Actually we are going on a big trip.  We are taking the children to Montana skiing for Spring Break (we got a deal).  This is a huge undertaking but it seems bigger to go from Florida to Montana for some reason.  Anyway, my husband is starting to get a little freaked out yet...and this is big...who the hell does he have to worry about.  I am washing clothes and packing for myself and the children (and him too).  He is going to a Miami Heat game and a golf tournament this week and we leave Saturday.  Hmmmmm now what is he worried about?  Will he have enough time to pack his carry-on?  Will he be able to get to the ATM and get cash?  Because these are the only two things he has to do besides go to a basketball game and a golf tournament!  It is so difficult to be a man.  It really is.  Back to packing..oh wait what is he doing...yeah he is watching a movie.....

Who has the responsiblity..

I try to make a hair appointment and I have to ask 4 different people to make sure that the children are picked up and activities are covered.  My husband wants to have drinks after work or go run errands and he just goes.  Case in point; Friday is a half day for the children and they get out of school at 12:00.  I am going to have to get there to pick them up because the husband is going to a golf tournament.  Nope, he did not ask if this worked with my schedule, he just decided he wanted to go.   Just a little observation from my day...

Nope I am hungover...

We had a party last night.  No kids, just adults, drunkfest.  It was fun.  I drank a lot and maybe even had a few cigarettes.  Nights without the children tend to be a little more laid back and less stressful.  Here's the thing; I woke up this morning with a terrific hangover.  I told my husband this and he looked at me and asked when we could have sex.  When I responded not now he, in turn, suggested a blow job.  Now here is the thing...when does the phrase "I threw up last night, and my head hurts horribly" become an invitation for sex?  And when does the turn down of sex, open the floor for blow job suggestions?  Needless to say he was denied and has been walking around like a spoiled child all day.  Has your husband, boyfriend, girlfriend, or lover ever done this to you?  How did you respond?