Men.

Don't get me wrong- I love my husband DEARLY- and we get along great, he is my best friend- really, he is. I have to choose my battles though, so Bum's good name is going to get smashed here because I don't feel like it is worth it to bitch at him about it.

How hard is it to remember to pull the freaking car seats out of the car before you leave the house? I mean- seriously- I remind you 2 MINUTES before you walk out of the door. I had errands to run today, and you have school- which means I A)Won't see you until after 9 tonight and B) I can't get ANYTHING I needed to done today. It makes me feel like the things I need are completely unimportant to you. If you make a request, I do my very very best to follow through IMMEDIATELY for you- because I want you to be happy.

I approached you about your spending last night- and you had the nerve to bitch at me about paying bills. I am proud of myself though- I stood up to you, and even though you kept reminding me that I am pregnant (BELIEVE ME I KNOW), I stood my ground. I am so proud of you for recognizing that you have been a little out of control the last couple of months- but I still don't think you understand that yes, that stupid snowboard rack went on OUR car-- but it is YOUR toy- not ours. All I want is a couple pairs of maternity pants- since I am STILL wearing my old jeans, and a pair of overalls-- and that is it.

I am sitting here at this desk, the one you use so often, looking at the mess you mentioned last night. You know what is interesting? It is all of YOUR shit everywhere. My things are in a nice pile in the corner. There is a 4 day old soda cup still here, that I am not touching- simply to make a point, you papers are everywhere and your books that I put away every day are out. I really feel like I have an extra toddler some days. You try to help- and your cleaning out the garage while I was gone was great- but did you even TOUCH inside the house?

You are such a wonderful man Bum. I know you love this family- and I know that your going to school and busting hump are for us, but I need you to think outside of your bubble a little- not much, just a little.