I am having a serious difficulty loving my husband right now. Why? Because our front porch is covered with a combo of mud and human shit. And it has been for about a week. And I cannot TELL you how many times I have asked for it to be cleaned up. And it hasn't effing happened. Justin has had time to watch Anaconda. And The Rookie. And read two Twilight books. He hasn't been helping me pack, so that certainly hasn't been taking up his time (and another thing that is seriously pissing me off. He apologizes profusely that he hasn't helped, and then sits down on the couch and watches a movie instead of helping). He just simply doesn't seem to care. And I am beyond pissed.
So we are not going to be in town tonight, and Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, people are going to be helping us move. Which means two things:
1-Mud and human shit is going to get dragged all through the house.
2- They are all going to have to step in mud and human shit, as I have had to do all week because there is no way to leave the house without stepping in it.
I am REALLY pissed that it's even there to begin with. This is the precise reason that the shop has both a shower and a washer and dryer. But will my husband use either one, even when I explicitly ask him to? Noooooooooooooooo. And then he sees my look of disgust and promises that he'll clean it up himself. But does he? Nooooooooooooooooooooo.