Sorry to complain

Ugh. Things are crazy, but were going alright until my considerate, tactful, soon to be ex-husband opens his mouth.

For an understanding of the week, I have been working usual school hours 7-4:30 and then playing rehearsals in the evenings from 6:30- 9:30 or 10 pm. "He" had to go on tour with his work, from Sunday through Wednesday. So we've both had taxing weeks. He, however, had a much needed 2 day break by having OFF WORK Thursday and Friday. We both had a performances on Thursday and Friday nights from 7-10pm.

I had to head to a rehearsal this morning at 11. We both played a performance at 3. I then had to head to a different performance at 7 while he also had one at 7.

Craziness, but this is a musicians time of year to earn some money.

In all this, I have had no time to do laundry. Ok. So, in passing I said that I would try and wake up so that I could do it this morning. And he said he would do his on Sunday. Yes, we do our laundry separate, but that explanation would be another post. No big deal. I tried, but couldn't manage to get myself out of bed at 7:30 to do 2 loads of laundry and then proceed to get ready for the rehearsal. Feeling a little under the weather didn't help that, but it was my wanting to sleep that kept me in bed.

I leave at 10:20 telling him that I didn't wake up in time to start any laundry,so he could use the machines if he wanted. ( At this point, I must mention that he had OFF Thursday and Friday)

I arrive home from my last gig at 9:20ish and say hello. He is sitting in the Lazy Boy watching TV. During my break, I had managed to visit with my son ( whom I haven't seen very much of this past week. He's staying w/ his grandparents) and do some Christmas shopping. I tell my husband what I had gotten and we recapped out performances. As I am heading up to my room to get changed he asks me if I got my laundry done. Uh, yeah, I did it while my ass was seated in various performance halls. No, I wasn't home. He says that I said I was going to do it today. Yup, that's what I said, but that didn't happen. He says that he MUST use the machines tomorrow for his stuff. I say fine, yet he presses the point that he is inconvenienced at the fact the my laundry isn't done. Uh, I do my son's and my own stuff. He does his. I said he could use the machines. WHAT'S THE FREAKING INCONVENIENCE!!!! It would seem the inconvenience is mine. So, in order to have concert black to wear for tomorrow's 7:30 am performance, I am washing darks NOW at 11:30 pm. He is going to wear his stinky clothing from today. Good thing I don't sit next to him. So as I prepare to move the darks to the dryer he is sleeping Aw, poor baby. He's had a tough day. Me? I obviously didn't do jack.

This is the shit that reminds me why divorce can be a good thing.

This man can NEVER put someone else first. EVER. Yet he insists on all acknowledging his great feats in living life of, oh, working and breathing. I wanted so bad to ask why he chose not to do some laundry on Thursday or Friday when he had the machines, and the whole freaking house to himself, but what would that prove. I think he just wanted to rub in my face that I didn't do something I said I would, even though I myself had addressed it this morning saying I preferred and maybe even needed to sleep. Doesn't matter. I have inconvenienced him. How? I have no clue. More than likely, he won't even do his laundry tomorrow, which may get under my skin even more.

The thing that pisses me off the most is that a quarrel over laundry can make me so mad. A new low.