Not a great Feeling.
Tuesday, July 05, 2011
So I work alternate weekends and I am a chef. I work on my feet and move around consistantly. When I come home I do all those things that women usually do;ie the dishes, the laundry, the cleaning, etc.Yesterday I got stuck working a double because someone did'nt show up so I was pretty bushed when I got home. This morning I had a scheduled training session. My husband went with me, and i thought he was just going to do a workout as I did not think he was scheduled for a session. Well the trainer calls him over and we start a workout. This trainer is a bootcamp type and I have been pushed pretty hard. I usually make it through and feel ok.Not today. I felt like somebody had pulled my plug. I had a low blood sugar episode in the middle of the workout and thought I would pass out or vomit or both. So the trainer stopped me and had me sit it out. ( I was really too shakey to continue). My husband continued his workout, went down to the smoothie bar and waited for me to join him. When we got home we had all sorts of errands to run. I have to admit I sort of push him to join me on these because he does little else to pitch in. When we got home he picked up the bulk of the packages saying"who finished their workout today?" ( and who did'nt, the implication....)I held my tongue until a bit later. He dropped the packages and went to sit in front of his computer to play world of warcraft. I put everthing away and noticed that he had not cleaned the ceiling fan blades. ( I had been asking him to do it for at least a week. His reply'ok I'll do it tomorrow while youre at work') I got out the ladder and went from room to room cleaning the fan blades. At that point I had had enough. I went into his man cave, pushed his headphones off his ears and said'Maybe you were able to finish your workout because the rest of the time all you do is sit on your can!"Nuf said. He got the point. Chances are when I come home from work tomorrow some little household chore will be done because he feels contrite.It was not a great feeling to be pissed at the person I love. But I had to say my peace. I refuse to EAT my feelings ANY more!