I’m here. My morning has sucked. I’m having a poor me pity party. Want to come join me? Everyone can but my husband who is banned from this pity party because he has contributed to my stress.

Firstly, I can’t find a piece of paper I need and it’s in a whole box of stuff I can’t find. And how could I lose a whole box? Trust me, I rarely lose anything. I’m observant to a tee…and I’m slightly OCD. So the combination means I rarely lose things. And since I’m irritated with myself about that it wasn’t a far jump to be irritated with my husband about a host of other things.

My husband I think has made a crucial error regarding our FSA medical spending account. And the word error is a euphemism. This “error” could be to the tune of about Three Thousand Dollars after tax. Eeek! And currently, I am too angry with him to put anything constructive in print…. So let’s just leave it that he’s not invited to ANY party of mine.

Maybe my party should be titled “Why do I have to manage everything in this house and all you have to do is show up?” Come on… I know there are other wives out there that must feel the same way sometimes?

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