Men Are Morons Sometimes - Yes, I'm Venting

At this point, I'm not really certain what's wrong with me. My mood has gone from bad to worse this week. It started out with my mini-strike, which I'm fairly certain didn't go unnoticed. When I arrived home Friday evening, James had kinda straightened up the house (i.e. he did the dishes and wiped down the counter) and much to my surprise he'd decided on his own accord that he was going to make dinner.

That's an incredibly rare occasion and typically his idea of "making dinner" is ordering a pizza. Instead, he made tacos. I was both stunned and grateful for his little surprise.

I'm not one to question sudden sweetness, but it didn't really surprise me when he brought up a "guys day" after we finished eating. In all honesty, I don't really care when he goes out with his friends. Sometimes it's nice. And even though he just was out two weeks ago, I told him to go ahead and go.

My problems with him going really didn't start until we woke up to this...

In case you're wondering, our roads still aren't plowed
and it looks worse now then this morning.

See, I have a near paralyzing fear of driving in the snow (yeah, makes sense to live in the Midwest doesn't it?). When he started getting ready to leave the house around noon or so, not only was it still snowing, but it was pouring down sleet with it! There was a very distinctive tink, tink, tink, as it fell on the hood of the car. The idea of him driving an hour away  and staying out till 2 am when he didn't really need to made me uneasy.

I did attempt to ask him nicely to stay home today. I told him I really thought going out right now wasn't the best idea. I recommended waiting a little while longer to see if maybe the weather got a little better. Basically, he just laughed in my face. "I'll be fine!"

I showed him the post where our local police department had asked people to please stay off the roads. I showed him that 80/94 was shut down again, because of how slick it was out there and that there had been another accident involving a semi. Even though he'd be taking the express way, he continued to laugh it off like I'm just being crazy.

This resulted in my blood starting to boil a bit. And... And... Well... I lost it. I told him that it was absolutely stupid to go out right now just so that he can go sit in front of a TV with his friends for the next 12 hours. I know they do UFC Fight Night every month (though I usually don't find out until the day before when it is), but I just can't see how risking your life and the life of others can be worth it. Believe me, I recognize that I should probably be medicated for my fear of driving in the snow, but when the police tell you not to drive I believe you better damn well listen.

He didn't of course. My only debate now is do I wait up to make sure he gets home safe and potentially erupt on him like a volcano or go to bed and maybe lock the bedroom door because I'm truly still pissed about the whole thing.