I'm not quite sure what my husband thinks I do all day, but obviously in his mind, I'm sitting around from the minute I get up in the morning until I go to bed at night watching soap operas and eating bonbons.
On more than one occasion I've heard him tell someone, "Yeah, go ahead and stop by the house any time, Gloria will be there."
He doesn't stop to think that I may be out grocery shopping -- they just magically appear once a week and get put in the refrigerator by my little housekeeping gnomes I keep locked in under the floor when he gets home at night.
He doesn't stop to think that I may be out taking care of bills or having lunch with a friend.
He doesn't consider that I may be in the basement working from my home office, trying to make a living.
He doesn't stop to consider that I may be in the basement trying to take a nap.
None of that crosses his mind when someone asks him, "Will you be home anytime tomorrow?"
So, in the interest of fairness -- to me -- I would like to point out that I stopped watching Soap Operas when Marlena became possessed by a demon, and I'm not sure what a bonbon is.
The closest I come to watching soap operas is watching the presidential coverage on CNN and Fox News -- I have to give both channels equal time so I can get what I consider is truly "Fair and Balanced."
And the nearest I come to a bonbon is the occasional after dinner mint, which I usually end up eating after breakfast, after lunch, after a mid-afternoon snack ...
The point is I know my schedule. Brad ... doesn't. So when he's making appointments for me, I end up having to reschedule my whole day, which in turn throws everything off kilter, which in turn makes me just a little bit grumpy.
I've been grumpy a lot lately.
Which leads me to my next subject. To all of those who stuck up for Brad when I told you about his desire to make a trip to Wyoming without me, I have reconsidered.
He has already made arrangements with his host. He's got his gun (and mine) sighted in, and now he just has to wait 19 more days before he leaves.
I figured, what the heck, at least I'll have a full four days of scheduling my own appointments, four days of cleaning up after only myself and four days without having to argue with him about getting his paperwork done.
I've started ticking off the days on my calender.