I don't usually complain about Greg because he is a really good guy. But after a week of being home alone with 5 kids (sounds like a title of a horror movie) and with more weeks ahead like this, I can't help but be a bit upset when he comes home and seems to gripe about everything.
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One, $100 for groceries per week is not unreasonable. In fact I've been telling him for months that I need more grocery money in the budget. Assuming Greg's not home, I'm feeding 6 people 3 meals and 1 snack a day. That averages out to $.50 a serving or $3 a meal. When was the last time Greg fed himself for $3 a meal let alone try to serve a delicious nutritious meal for 6 people for $3? But wait, it's actually more like $.35 a serving ($2.10 a meal) because I also have to buy dog food, diapers, household stuff (toilet paper, laundry detergent, light bulbs) and personal stuff (shampoo, razors, toothpaste) for $100 a week. Some weeks I can pull this off but it only works if the store sales are good and I have the right coupons. Other weeks, it's just not humanly possible unless we eat ramen noodles for half the meals. :(
Two, what is my biggest complaint when Greg's gone? Sleeping alone. So what's he do when he gets in bed? Complains about his pillows being messed up (I washed the sheets and put the pillows back in the wrong spot, cripes). And then how he sleeps so much better in a hotel room. Meanwhile jabbing me in side with his elbow (but those may have been partially accidental because he was stretching but hello! he knew I laying beside him). I was excited that he was there but all he could do was complain about having to share a bed again. *pouts*
Three, the dumb dog. Okay all you dog lovers and PETA people close your eyes through this. Ranger is Greg's dog. He bought him and said he'd do all the training and what not. Lovely except he's always gone. So I had to house train the dog and I feed and water the dog every day. The dog usually stays outside because he has a bad habit of chewing up the kids toys. Plus I'll admit, I hate dog hair and dog smell. I have enough crap to clean having 5 kids, I don't need a dog adding to the mess. Well it's negative whatever degrees outside last night so Greg brought him in. And then the dumb dog whined. And whined. For like an hour. I have really sensitive hearing because of the children so I couldn't go to sleep. Dog whining is worse than identical twin girls whining in stereo (and I should know). Long story short, we fight over the stupid dog, chased him around the house for a bit, dog ends up outside, and I slept on the bathroom floor for an hour in protest. Protesting what I'm not sure cause it was the middle of the freaking night and I was really tired and not thinking entirely straight.
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Since I know Greg will eventually read this, all I want is for you to be nice to me. Sure it's stressful sleeping in hotel rooms (clean sheets, no kids waking you up in the middle of the night, must be tough), eating out every meal (no dishes to clean, eating food at the proper temperature, again the hard life), and all the time waiting in airports and dealing with delayed flights and crap (okay, that part sucks, I hate flying). But I have just spent the majority of the week with 5 children (your children!), shoveling snow, cleaning, sleeping alone, and cooking meals without a break. I'm not asking you to cook or clean or anything, all I need is for you to be nice to me. So no teasing or being sarcastic, just be nice. And bring home a box of chocolates next time...
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