frustrations

2 blogs in a single day. Must be a record!

Anyway, I just got really annoyed about something and feel I need to vent.

My husband and I share a house with my dad. We moved in due to some financial problem and continue to stay largely because he and my mom got divorced and, frankly, Dad is lousy at taking care of himself. So we stay. We pay rent, I do 99% of all of the house work, all of the grocery shopping, 99% of the cooking... You get the idea. I also pay for most of the groceries.

This morning I went to make myself a sandwich. Something I rarely do. I don't really like bread that much. But I really wanted a peanut butter and banana sandwich. I opened the bag and pulled out 2 slices of bread to find it was moldy. This was almost a whole loaf. The biggest irritation about this for me is that Dad insists on buying Wonder bread. Which is almost $3 a loaf. I would prefer to buy the store brand that is less than a dollar. If I am going to spend $3/loaf on bread, I want it to be fresh from the bakery or multi-grain. Something other than plain, white bread that doesn't taste any different from one brand to the next. Doesn't make sense to me. I really hate to throw away an almost whole loaf of bread, especially when it was bread I spent 3 times as much on in the first place. I hate being wasteful. I buy it mostly for my dad and husband, who keep saying they eat sandwiches a lot and Dad leave me to believe he has bought more a couple times since the last time I did. Then I find the one time I want a sandwich, I can't have it because the bread is moldy and is probably the same loaf I bought.

I am grumpy now. I don't get my sandwich unless I go to the store and buy more bread. And it will have to be me that goes. Because even though I am sick, and have been throwing up because this baby like to make me nauseous anytime I get hungry, noone else in the damn house will go. And if I don't buy the $3/loaf junk, I will have to listen to endless whining about it for days. I have begun to think that men are only even a little independent from the age 6 until they get married. After they get married for the first time, they become incapable of doing anything for themselves anymore. My dad and husband would both starve if I didn't shop and cook for them all the time. Even though I work full time and they both work part time. Even though I do everything around the house. Neither one of them can be bothered to do a damn thing to help.