Okay, so last night I ask Shane to help me pack bc we're moving this week. After I listen to him whine about how we have plenty of time, he finally decides to help me as long as I just let him do it and don't interfere. Well before the night's over he packed up all the food (that we're going to need for the next week AND is going to his parents house once we move, not in storage) in plastic bins that should be used to for the storage bound items. And not only that, it's mixed with kitchen appliances and dish rags and all kinds of things that are going in about 3 different places. But I can't say anything because then I am being too picky and it gives him an excuse to say, "Well you asked for my help so I'm helping, but now I'm not doing anything right so what's the point?" and then stomp off and leave it for me to do anyway... which would have probably been the right thing to do in the first place because now I have to repack it anyway... and with a baby to watch at the same time.

He came home last night and was talking about how he worked all day (office work, phone calls, etc.) and now he's gunna watch the baby so I can work (pack)... ugh, Hello?! Do you not call watching a 7 month old who has just learned to navigate the home, scream when he can't have what he wants, scream when he wants attention, scream when he wants food, then promptly change his mind, scream when he's tired instead of just falling asleep.... do you REALLY not consider that work? If the child was ALL I had to do then it wouldn't be as bad. But I've got to clean, pack the entire house, prepare for dinner, right a resume, apply for jobs, feed myself (which actually ends up being chore), and get things ready to leave when Shane gets home from work (only to have the plans canceled anyway) all while taking care of that kid. NOT EASY. It IS work.

I would really appreciate some help in getting this crap done rather than take the only break I have and bust my ass trying to do it all at once with a completely un-understanding husband in the living room watching more racing videos and looking up more performance parts to put on my car when WE HAVE NECCESITIES TO WORRY ABOUT FIRST! We have to be out of here in 5 days and all he can think about is a damn throttle body.

WHY are guys so naive?