I stopped by my friend's house to drop off a few things as it is quite close to Job #1. I didn't even know if she was going to be home and I had planned to leave the items on her porch. To my pleasant surprise she was home. We had a delightful, high-energy chat and her positive vibe changed my whole mood prior to my 12 hours o'labor. That's what friends are for.
Worst Part of the Day-
Will-O may or may not be found dead at my hands. The man can sing a cappella at a funeral in a stone silent church and move every man, woman and child to tears. But he can be an bonehead and it is driving me a titch nuts.
(This is even draining to type...)
This morning I asked him if we could go over tomorrow's calendar. (We are BIG on the calendar in this house...if it's not on the calendar, then by george, it's not happening--it's been like that for years...) Anyhoo, he said "I can only handle things day by day." What the hell, it's tomorrow! I wanted to make sure we were clear that I have a massage on Friday at 11 and them am headed to Job #1 through the afternoon. He agreed.
An hour later he says to me "Oh, I forgot I am going to Chicago tomorrow to record from 10am-3pm. I'll get my mom to babysit while you go to the massage." Hold up. It's not just the massage on the calendar--I have to go to work as well. He went into this big thing about how the studio is only available at that time (why isn't it on the trusty calendar?!), blah, blah.
O.K. fine, I said. I will call the sitter and have her cover the whole day and it will work out. I call sitter, she is fine with it. Ahh, settled. (Annoying that is wasn't on the calendar, but it's all good now.)
An hour later Will-O calls me and says he feels bad about not having it on the calendar and says he feels like canceling the recording. I tell him very clearly and plainly that I FORBID him to cancel as it is already set. (It is fine, but moving forward we must remember the calendar is mandatory.)
Another hour later he calls me at work and says he definitely feels it is too much and he is not going to Chicago. He already informed his band mate and the studio guy that it is simply too much with me working and the kids, etc. (What is he talking about? It's all set!) As my eyeballs rolled back into the depths of my skull all I could do was marvel at how ridiculous this nonsense is. At this point I may or may not have said "If you do not record something in Chicago tomorrow I may stab you." (Healthy relationship, huh?)
What is the major malfunction (aside from me threatening physical violence?) My lord and land. Does it have to be so challenging?
2 comments:
Was being mean to your husband on the calendar?
No "mean" is never on the calendar--hopefully doing what it takes to get the job done doesn't need to be penciled in. Coddling and hand-holding (i.e. enabling) is not a very effective strategy with my (adult, right?) husband. They work well with kiddos, but not peers/partners. Will-O can always count on his partner to tell it like it is. When he's good, I tell him that, too, and he knows I mean it. Not quite sure what's "mean" about honesty...truth is beauty, right? All artists know this much.
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