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O Hello, Resentment

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Guys, I am starting to have a major issue. I am starting to find that every time I realize something needs cleaned, or I go to clean something, I feel resentful toward Fiancé.

Lately I will just not do the dishes or will eventually ask him to do them, of which he will get around to doing. But, that isn’t as much of an issue anymore. It is other things that I finding myself getting really upset about.

Scrubbing the bathtub.
Dusting.
Sweeping.
Cleaning the toilet.
Washing the bedding.
Cleaning the sinks.
Washing the counters.
Cleaning the floors.
Him not painting the molding against the bookshelf (meaning I still haven’t unpacked numerous boxes because they all go on the bookshelf. It has been 4 months since I have been here).
Not helping me take empty boxes down to our basement space.

And what happens if we ever get in a fight? I bring this all up. It has even gotten to the point where he knows I will bring it up and/or that I am always upset/nagging him about it. I have even tried to talk to him about the fact that he doesn’t help around the house, but he always gets really defensive. Or, in the case of painting the molding, he always says he will do it tonight or next weekend, but never does. I have even asked, numerous times, for him to just tell me what I have to do (because it needs sealed first) and I will do it myself. Does he? No.

Why can’t he just clean? Why doesn’t he just help me out, and then I would be a lot nicer to him? Why do I even have to ask him?

It is getting to the point where I am about to go on strike. Cook your own food. Live in filth. And no sexy times of any nature until he does more than just empty and load the dishwasher.

Except I am fearful of doing “Live in filth” because I know it won’t bother him. Please help me. Any advice at all and I will be forever be indebted to you.

I’m Sorry

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*Does the walk of shame*

Hi. I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s been awhile, how was your Thanksgiving? Hopefully well.

I promise I can explain. You know how I got sick? Well, it just wouldn’t go away. To the point where all I did everyday was lay on the couch, watch television or netflix, and not eat that much.

I know. I am as surprised as you are. In fact, I still have a mild cough. Ugh.

I also was at my sister’s house for Thanksgiving, three hours away. And frankly, the adorable 4 month old cuteness of my nephew will always beat out this blog.

No worries, though. When I returned home today I found out that Fiancé went pee in the toilet yesterday morning, before leaving, and didn’t flush it. So I came home to pee in the toilet. Yay.

This obviously means I’m not short on material.

It Wasn’t Me

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Anyone remember this song?

Well, apparently, it is Fiancé’s new saying. As if it was 2001 and I didn’t hear it enough then.

WHY DID YOU EAT MY REESE’S CUP?!
It wasn’t me.

OMG! You got me sick!!
It wasn’t me.
O really, then who was it?
Jeremy*

What is so hard about flushing the toilet?
It wasn’t me.

Is it really so hard to put your glass in the sink, let alone the dishwasher?
It wasn’t me.

Perhaps I should just take it back a few more years and reply to him with, “Girls just wanna have fun!”

*Jeremy is our live-in ghost. A blog about him will come soon enough.

I Think I Am Dying

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…my poor unborn child.

As I type this I feel like I need to take some advice from Spidi, and that is the only time I will ever say that in my entire life.

I feel like I need to be quarantined, of which I first spelled like corinteaned, after what I have been exposed to.

I know I said that Fiancé is sick , but honestly, it’s getting worse. Today I found out that his sister and father both have bronchitis.

I REFUSE to let him, or myself, be next.

Except, I think it’s too late for him based on his coughing. And, to be honest, I’m surprised death hasn’t already knocked on my door. Maybe it’s that Flu shot that I got last week.

So, I sit here watching The Sing-Off and have half of my sweatshirt covering my nose and mouth. I will not be a victim.

How I Will Become a Millionaire

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When I first moved in with Fiancé I found that he likes to leave things just sitting where they are when he is done with them. He also empties the contents of his pockets when he first walks in. Sometimes he will place them on the fireplace mantel, the table right inside of the entryway, or even the floor next to him on the couch. This then causes me to find little presents just sitting around.

One of these items is change. I think you know where I am going with this.

In the beginning I would just yell at him to clean his mess up and pick up the change that was scattered about the living room floor, mantle, entryway, etc. But, eventually I got sick of it. I told him, “If I ever see change sitting out and not put away in your bowl (he has a bowl that he puts his change in) then it is mine.”

I honestly think that he thought I was joking. He should really know better by now.

I knew this plan would only work if I told him how much change I found and deemed it mine, or if I did it in front of him. The first time it happened I told him when he got home from lab.

“I found $1.50 in change today! I put it in my panda bank.”

I think he thought I was joking, again.

So, the next time I waited until he was there. I found about three different dimes on the floor and picked them up while he was sitting in front of me.

“O look, 30 cents! I’m rich!!”

“What?! That’s my money,” he replied.

“Uh, no, it’s not. I told you that if I ever find your change sitting around then it was mine.”

“That’s not fair! It’s MY money.”

“Nope, not anymore. It belongs to my panda bank now. But don’t worry too much, in June it will be /our/ money. I am just keeping it safe for you.”

I then walked into our bedroom and proceeded to drop the change into my awesome panda bank.

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Sadly, he started to actually learn from the lesson I was trying to teach him, and has been leaving less change out in the open. But who knows, maybe he’ll forget again and I’ll be rich!

(Disclaimer: I only take the cents, not the dollar bills. I’d feel guilty if I took the dollar bills).

I Don’t Understand the Male Brain

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It seems that every time I crawl into bed, post Fiancé, I find myself a gift on either my pillow or right below it. And, of course, the only way that I find this gift is by whacking either my head or shoulder on it. What is it, you might ask?

The remote to the television, duh.

Some might say, “Why on Earth would he put the remote there?” But, this is a question I have been asking myself and my Fiancé since I have moved in. Especially once you see this lovely picture/diagram that I took/made for you. (Click it to enlarge).

You see that star? That is his side of the bed. I have placed the remote in one of his prime locations, on top of my pillows.

Notice the giant, annoying, hot pink rectangles? Look what is inside of those rectangles.

IT IS HIS NIGHTSTAND! Now, can some sane person please explain to me why Fiancé continues to place the remote control on my pillow, or just under it, when I have asked him multiple times to PUT IT ON HIS NIGHTSTAND?

No, seriously, I would love a valid explanation.

My First Day as a Sub Teacher

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I am so sorry that I haven’t posted in a week :( Last week got pretty hectic for me, especially since I got to work 3 times last week. I know that seems like a stupidly small amount, but for me that is a big deal and more than anything I have had to do in a long time. And, I think everyone knows how worn out kids can make you, especially when you have to teach. I often don’t think many people understand teaching, how it can be 100% something you hate and so stressful but yet something you love even more. And how freaking tiring it is to get kids to find the correct answer and keep them under control. It is certainly something that I know the Fiancé will never understand, and he doesn’t. Plus, I have been staying strong with my 28-day boot camp. I can’t say the same for my blogging and boot camp buddy, gwen ;P

Regardless, this post isn’t about the reasons why I haven’t posted.

Ten days ago (eek, I can’t believe it was that long ago!) I had my first subbing job. I got the call at 8:20 a.m., for a 7th grade science classroom. Now it is time for another one of my questions. Guess what time their middle school starts?!

8:00 a.m.!

Exactly. So, I had to hurry my butt up to get ready to get there by the 9:30 a.m. time I said I could show up by. Fiancé was in the shower and I told him the entire news when he got out. He asked if there was anything he could do to help me get ready, because he is awesome and I love him dearly.

I had him finish packing part of my lunch, get the things I needed to put in my purse, and I think grab some of my clothes. Although, some of this might be wrong, it’s been awhile and I do not have the best memory in the world. I was able to head out of the door and get there at 9:25.

The day went really well and I got lucky that the co-teacher just stayed with me during the content classes (the actual science classes, not the miscellaneous classes he had).

Then lunch time came around and I went down to the teachers lounge to eat. I opened my lunch and this is what I found. Click the picture to see it larger.

I should have his name legally changed to Fiance.

Ahhh :) I secretly read it in my lunch bag, as I didn’t want to look like a total n00b on my first day. He is just too good at sneaking stuff past me. But, it made me smile and made my day much better.

Heck, it made me not want to slap the bratty girl in my sixth period class.

Or the fact that I could have lost my teachers license and gone to jail.

But, those are one and the same.