Just Another Day

well today was okay, i suppose, it could have been worse. it can always get worse right? i was woken up several times during the night by my husband tossing and turning violently in his sleep, talking and screaming in his sleep at someone, and then finally to top it all off. he had a coughing fit at like 6am that was incredibly loud shook the whole bed, and woke up the kids in the other room. so after that i was up for a little while, by the time i finally fell back asleep it was time to get up for work. so of course i was incredibly nasty and depressed and aggravated about having to get up for work this morning, about going to a job that i already cant stand, you get the picture. so anyway, i made it to work on time, and got my daughter to school on time, two good things being that i didnt want to get up and out of the bed when it came to do that. so anyway, i got to work and everything was annoying me, probably because i was in a rotten mood to begin with. my husband was being a complete jerk/asshole with such an attitude all day, it was incredible, he claimed that it was because he was stressed out. whatever, like that is an excuse, but anyway, he started to act a little better after a while, and then he started it back up again. but what else is new. anyway, he kept to what he said today about giving me the money that he had borrowed from me (from my money to pay my bill) and from the grocery money too. so at least he did that. he also gave me money to buy us dinner from wendys tonight for all of us (he also commented it was so that he wouldnt have to cook). he also only have me 200.00 to pay towards the rent, so that will still leave 200.00 due from this months rent that he didnt pay, plus now the next months rent will be due on the 1st. sigh. sigh. sigh. but then when i got home from doing all of that, he was resting in bed and said that he didnt feel good all day, and had done absoluetly nothing around the house. hadnt cleaned a dish, picked anything up off the floor. nothing. so i didnt do anything either other then make the kids pick up the mess of toys they had left in the living room. because the bullshit part is that when yesterday before i went to bed, i made sure the house was pretty clean, the kitchen was clean, and there was not one dirty dish in the sink. now it is trashed and the dishes are piled up, i am done cleaning, let him do some. i could see if i wasnt working but i work just like him. so what is his excuse.