Frustration...

This morning I woke up to the sound of Adam's alarm going off around 5:30...as I normally do everyday. He gets up, wastes a little time before he has to go to PT. Then 5 minutes before he's about to leave he asks me where his gym shorts are. I reply that if he is referring to the ones that were in the floor, then they are probably in the dirty clothes, as they should be. He then proceeds to yell about how he's always telling me not to wash his shorts if he puts them on the floor because he's only worn them for a little while. He then gets mad because his shoes are put up in the hall closet, as opposed to being strewn throughout the house.

This situation really angers me. He's indignant towards me because I do what?? I wash (and fold and put away) his clothes, and I put away his shoes??? This is just ludicrous. I told him I won't wash his clothes anymore, simple as that. We'll see how long it is until he asks me to wash them again. As a matter of fact, I wash more of his clothes than anyone else's in the house. Looks like I'll have some free time on my hands. Oh and then he tries to be nice to me before he leaves for work. Tries to act like nothing happened. I guess I should have been nice to him, but I just needed some time to cool off. Him of all people should understand this.

Today we are supposed to go meet and older lady who babysits children. I've already made my mind up that I am taking the kids to the CDC on base. We only waited 7 months to get off the waiting list. I'm only going to meet the lady to appease my husband. I guess we should have a back up plan too though.