I hate tax season as we all know.
Every year during this time I have to write a post about it and its horribleness.
My husband is never home for a few months and that is a long time. It feels like forever. When he is home during this time all he has time to do is sleep. That means not much help with kids, housework, yard work, fix it up projects, garage cleaning, or emotional support. That means no one to deliver my nightly monologue to. It is really hard. He hates it, I hate it, there is a lot of hate going on. I do have to say that he does his very best to stretch himself and fulfill his other responsibilities. He still tries to help me but it is a struggle for all of us.
I miss him too.
AND I worry about him driving his commute on 5 hours of sleep. It is ridiculous.
There really is no solution. We tried to set up a home office so he could work here. It is impossible. He hears the commotion outside of the office and has to come out. Then he gets distracted and starts doing other things. Then he goes back in to start working again and one of the kids goes in to "chat." Then I come in and threaten that child with death if they do not leave him alone. Then I ask him to do something, accidentally, because I forgot that I just threatened my child. Then he comes out to help me with something. Then he offers to go grocery shopping for me. And how can I resist that? (I hate grocery shopping).
Working from home is not an option for us.
It reminds me when we were married and in college and could not study together because we would just end up leaving and getting lunch, or talking about everything else except school.
Dave and I together have very little self control.
I have none, myself. He has a little.
I am really struggling with my lack of self control. I want to get it under control but I can't make myself do it (see?). I try to control every one else but I can't control my own self. I eat whatever I want, whenever I want to eat it. I do whatever I want to do, whenever I want to do it. I can't get to bed at a decent hour to save my life, and I can't stop eating treats or start exercising. I feel like a big lump of indulgence.
Today I tried to not eat treats all day. I made it until 6:45 pm and I was so proud of myself. The reason I indulged at 6:45 pm is because I decided it was pointless to live without treats during hard times (and Easter). I might try again when tax season ends but for now I am filling the husband void with candy.
On the menu for tonight: a cadbury cream egg and at least three of every other kind of candy the easter bunny has hiding in my closet.

