MOTHER (biting my tongue hard!)

My spouse needs a job. He's been out of work for over 7 months now.

Soon, I will be locked up in a rubber room at the Institute for the Criminally Insane.

He's always here. When I go to clinical. When I come home. Every darn day.

I'm having fantasies of getting a humongous box, drugging him with Xanax, putting him in said box then Fed-Exing him back to his mother!!!! (This is the lest violent of my imaginative thoughts)

I've been working extremely hard for the past year in the boot camp they call nursing school. That place where they layer new heapings of stress upon you every single day. He thinks I should still be doing the grocery shopping......

Say, WHAT the hell?

Let me repeat myself~I'm in nursing school fulltime, he's unemployed and I should stop by the store at 10p.m. on my way home from clinical cuz I'm so energized after spending 6-9 hours at the hospital.

Another fantasy includes tomahawk throwing against a backdrop with said spouse tied to backdrop ala Johnnie Carson.

He will never get it.

I thought maybe he could be re-educated now I fear that is an impossible task for a man with no empathy. A man who shows eight hundred times more affection to the puppy than he ever did to me.

I am sitting here wondering why my head has not literally exploded.

Thanks for letting me vent, whine, whinge, whatever you'd like to label it.

How was your day?