Everyday Randomness

They Never Listen

I’m going to have a long talk with hubby when he gets home from work this evening.  You all know I’ve been overly super nice by not kicking hubby’s friend out.  We’ll call him J.  J’s had some rough times.  He needed friends to help him get him back on his feet.  I just didn’t expect for us to hit our own rough patch while he was here.  Even with all we’ve had going on, I want to be the friend that’s here to help.  I don’t want to turn him away like his family and fair weather friends have done.

With that being said, Hubby and I are going to have a long talk AGAIN.  Then I’m going to make hubby have a long talk with J.  If that doesn’t help, then I’m going to have an even longer talk with J, and I won’t be so nice this time.

After my first discussion screaming fit (with objects flying from my hands)  I convinced J to stop rearranging my cabinets.  On another good note he hasn’t thrown anything that belongs to me away since the last incident.  I even worked with him to come up with a way he could help me clean without completely throwing off my disorganized organization.  I appreciate the effort he’s tried to make, but there are still just too many problems.

Hubby has taken to acting like a bachelor when J is around, and it feels strangely like I’m living in a frat house with boys who want to blow all their money on toys and think my stuff isn’t good enough.  I know my TV in the living room is old, but we’re not running out and spending $600 on that flat panel you want just because J said it’s a must have.  Didn’t you just see the hospital bills we have to pay?  That TV works perfectly fine, and you’re the one who wanted it in the living room because it’s the “big tv”.  I know my couch isn’t as nice as the one J has in storage, but no, you’re not throwing out my couches just so you can move his into the living room.  I don’t care if his has built in recliners.  What are we going to do when I kick J and his couch to the curb?  Sit on the floor?  My couches are staying!

Apparently nothing I own is good enough anymore, and if J complains then I’m expected to run out and buy something new.  Most of this stuff I’ve been able to deal with.  I take care of our finances.  If I want it, I’ll buy it.  If not, I’ll just listen to them whine like 5 year olds.

What I can’t deal with is the fact that they’ve been late to work every morning this week.  J likes to take his shower in the morning.  That’s perfectly fine except for 3 facts.

1. J doesn’t roll out of bed until 6:40 knowing they have to be at work at 7.
2. J takes longer in the shower than most women I know.
3. We have 1 bathroom, and hubby’s body is like clockwork.  Anyone who has ever stayed in our house for more than a couple days knows hubby will be in the bathroom from 6:45-7am every morning.

If you’re going to take a shower in the morning, GET UP EARLIER.  Otherwise, take your shower at night.  You know you spend at least 30 minutes in the shower, plus you’re having to share our one bathroom with someone else.  I do believe that someone else has priority since this is HIS house.  HE pays the bills.  If you refuse to spend less than 30 minutes in the shower, why are you waiting until 6:40 to get up anyway?  You know you have to be out the door by 7, and you still have to make your lunch after you shower because you refuse to make it the night before.  Hell no I’m not going to make it for you.  Yes I make my husband’s lunch for him.  He’s my husband!  You’re not!

I know I might sound like a total bitch, but seriously.  I’ve lived with plenty of people in my lifetime.  I shared 1 bathroom with 3 other family members for 18 years.  Then I moved to college where I shared 2 bathrooms with 7 other people….6 of them were the beauty queen type.  I shared an apartment with hubby and his sister.  All roommates have issues from time to time, but I’ve never in my life found it so hard to live with 1 person.

Is it because that person is just ungrateful and has no respect? I hate to say it, but I know a lot of that comes from his family.  He can’t help how he was raised, but he can help how he acts as an adult.  The little things I can handle, but this thing with being late every morning is driving me crazy.  It’s not like it’s just 5 minutes here or there.  They left at 7:20 this morning!  Even worse, it’s not just affecting hubby and J.  2 other people carpool with them, so 4 people have been late to their job every morning this week all because of J.

Dude, you’re not in high school anymore.  You’re not living at home with mommy.  You’re a 26 year old grown man who needs to learn some responsibility.  Sadly, now I see why you’ve ended up in the situation you’re in, and it’s a pity that instead of letting your friends help you, you’re taking advantage of the situation.