Some Days Hunnie, I Want to Wrap You Completely in Duct Tape

My schedule this week is all sorts of messed up. See, we're hosting a Women's Car Car Clinic on Saturday at one of our locations that I'll be working the check in table for. Since my boss is anti even one minute of overtime we have to compensate for those extra hours during the work week. He's also anti giving me and the other 2 girls working it a half day each to eliminate the time easily (and actually enjoy it). Instead, we have to distribute the four hours over several days. We've been robbed with granted a couple mornings in a little late and one day out a little early. Plus I have to compensate for the hours that I'm attending the monthly sales meeting Thursday night too. Fun!

This morning is one of my late mornings. I could have taken advantage of it, put Lena on the bus, and enjoyed my extra hour quietly in my pajamas with my coffee. Instead I let her sleep in a little late and I'm going to be driving her to school. I used to drive her in every morning when I managed the restaurant. None of my vendors delivered until around 10 am so I had a good portion of the mornings to do things like that. All it cost me was my soul and my sanity for almost 3 years.

But I digress... James was down right crabby last night. He was doing everything possible to push my buttons. Sometimes, I wish it wasn't illegal to wrap people up in duct tape and stick them in a closet. He's been avoiding getting his Indiana License for a year now. He has a CDL and it's a major pain in the ass to meet all of the requirements to get one. However, if he wants to plate his car in December he can't avoid it much longer. Since he gets an annual physical through work he didn't want to pay extra (don't blame him) to get one for his license. Indiana provided him with the proper forms that they require, which he informed me yesterday the doctor promptly tossed in the garbage. He works in Illinois so the doctor told him that the form he was filling out would be sufficient for Indiana too. Evidently this doctor has never dealt with trying to get something done with the Indiana BMV. Their rules are not flexible and I already know this is going to cause me a headache. Since he was born abroad it was hell getting the proper documentation to appease them, but James doesn't understand that because I did it all for him. All I said was "Oh, great!" when he told me what the doctor did and he immediately flipped his switch. "The doctor knows what he's doing," "Indiana isn't allowed to require something different, I've met the federal requirements." Blah, blah, blah. 

Listen up genius, the state has the right to require whatever the hell forms they want and now, I'm going to have to deal with trying to get it even though you were right there! He really is a wonderful man, but sometimes he just doesn't think it through. It never even occurred to him that now I was going to have to jump through a bunch of hoops to track down this doctor and get that form filled out anyway. James is kind, dedicated, hard working, a great father, and sometimes a bit of an oaf. Some days I just want to scream at him, if you're going to treat me like a stay at home mom with time to do this crap, then make me one! I think some days he forgets that I work too.

When he gets home from work, he thinks he's just done for the day. I still have to tackle dinner, homework, the laundry, the pets, etc. Him, well he plays iPad. I have to twist his arm to help get things done sometimes. Most days I'm okay with it, because it's all just habit for me and I was doing it all for years as a single mom. Outside having extra laundry, it hasn't really added anything to my daily routines. He really is more help than hinder, but more-so on weekends than weekdays. But there are days, like last night, it makes me furious and I just want to chuck the iPad out of the window and run it over with the car. I know that would get his attention.