Yesterday did not go as planned. I had such high hopes and plans. As usual Hubs had different plans, all which threw a wrench into my plans. Now we have been talking since we first got married about going on a mission for our church when we retired. Hubs will be retired 4 years this Christmas. Since I am younger than him I am not at retirement age. Mom came to live with us the same month Hubs retired, thus putting off our plans. Then after her death I needed time to recover and we wanted to pay off the house. Now we have no excuses not to go ahead with our plans. I am a planner. I am a goal setter, I see that things get done.
Both Hubs and I have talked about the fact that we need to get rid of this house. It is huge. We have 4 large bedrooms, three full baths, a HUGE living room, family room, eat in kitchen, formal dining room, large deck and the yard from hell. Plus the water bill was still $330.00 for last month. It is too much yard for hubs, ( I love yard work, but the shop keeps me inside) We have talked and discussed selling and know we have to do this. Now is the time for action my friends.
Unfortunately Hubs is not a man of action. He will stall, argue, throw a stone in the path of any change or work. He always has an excuse or a different way to do something usually involving getting nothing done. So yesterday when I went to get boxes I was clear with him that we would be packing up pictures and books. We would be downsizing as In going through and seeing what we could get rid of and then packing things up to take to a storage unit so we could start painting and getting the house ready to sell. This was not a surprise to him.
His favorite saying is, " people don't like surprises." Hubs doesn't like work, or change. So when I took some boxes into the master bedroom after asking him which room we should start in, he started his, "Why are we doing this? Why are we selling the house?" "This room does not need to be painted." It went on and on and I blew.
I screamed, I cried, I sobbed, I tore at my hair, then I got sick and ended up in bed the rest of the day. So nothing I had planned got done. After I vomited and stayed near a toilet for about 6 hours I was a little better. Hubs was scared to death. He went into his room and packed up at least 5 boxes of books no questions asked. (did he down size any? NO!)He knows I am done with his shenanigans. He also made the comment, "but it always has to be your way." Dang right because your way is to do nothing.
Several times yesterday I screamed at him, "are we going or not?" "Let's just give it up, we are not going." I got no response over and over as I asked him, just that blank expression of shock.He has been working on the same corner of the house outside for weeks. This was his claim to getting ready to sell. I rarely criticize his work as I am so happy if he does anything, but I went outside and pointed out every flaw and there were many in his small corner of let's get nothing done. I was not nice, I was not pretty, and I will not apologize. The time has come for action.
SO today I still need to make enchiladas, the house is a wreck, the littles are here and I am still shaking with anger toward him. I have reached the breaking point in his indecision. Either move forward, or get out of my way. I hope he has the picture. Fit throwing always wipes me out. It is not something I do often, in fact I can only think of a couple times I have really lost it with him in 40 years. I am telling you living with Sheldon Cooper is exhausting.
Have a great and productive day, trying not to off your spouse.