I am the biggest bitch in the world because I do not want to talk to my husband, who has spent the entire day dealing with his dad's diarrhea, refusal to eat, refusal to do physical therapy, and with the incessant phone calls from Ted.
I got to work at 7:15 this morning after a long weekend with houseguests and a cranky husband. I spent the day at work with a new computer that will not do what I want - I have submitted I think five tickets already for a computer I have had six work days.
I got home, fed the cats, did some more work, completely re-did my password for this blog because apparently, when I signed up for google analytics, everything changed on the blog as well - damn you google and your acquisition of blogger, went to tennis, which I did not feel like doing but I hate wasting money I have spent for tennis classes more than I hate going to a doubles class by myself, even though the only reason I signed up for the class was to take it with Primo.
I got back to my car after class and saw that Primo had called.
I called him before I even started the car.
He always calls me on his drive back from the rehab center.
We talked for a minute and then he complained about the noise. "What's that noise? Is that music? What is that? I can't hear you!"
"I don't have the radio on," I answered.
"Are you in the car?" he asked.
"It's too noisy. Why don't you just call me when you get home?"
Because when I get home, I don't want to talk on the phone. I want to talk on the phone while I am in the car because then I am not using time I could be using to read a book or watch the last three episodes of Revenge to talk on the phone.
See what I mean?
My husband has literally been dealing with shit - OK, someone else has had to clean it up, but that's what he has had to talk about all day - and I do not want to talk to him.
I am a bitch.
But I do talk to Primo.
And we talk about Sly's diarrhea, some of which might be because he has been taking a lot of antibiotics for a UTI (no, I didn't know men could get them, either), which he got because he won't drink water.
We talked about how Sly told Primo to bring him his low dosage Cialis pills from home but not the high dosage. Low dose is for urinating. High dose is for something I did not think 81 year old men did.
And I am worn out because I do not want to be the person who does not get to bitch but is only bitched to.