I just don't feel like fucking with the game tonight. I'm sitting here trying to mellow out with a Little Feat DVD. The past 24hrs have been a fucking nightmare in my house.
Last night I didn't get home from my USAF job till after 7. We installed a new AC unit in a critical facility that had to be completed in one day. My ace civilian jumped on it yesterday morning and had everything piped up and ready to fire off the new unit about 4:00 yesterday. When we threw the switch, a circuit board "popped". We spent time trying to make sure our electrical installation was correct. After we checked and rechecked our work we chalked it up to a bad board from the factory.
Our next dilemma was that we could not leave this building down over the weekend. We went to another (less critical) building and robbed the board from its unit. We finally got our unit running about 7:00pm last night.
So I get home about 7:30 and the house is a wreck (its usual fashion). I know my wife works and gets the kids taken care of but I cant stand a dirty house. I didn't say anything about the clean laundry on the couch, I just moved it and sat down. My wife could tell I didn't like that, so immediately you can feel the tension in the air.
About 9:00pm I walked back to my oldest sons room, and the smell coming from his room liked to knock me over. It smelled like a locker room. I stuck my head in and noticed clothes on the floor and his shelves were kind of cluttered. He had a couple of shirts hanging up on his shelves where the wife usually hangs his clean shirts. I told him to put them away and asked about the foul odor I kept smelling. I got the typical 14 yr old rolling of the eyes and a "I DONT KNOW". So I looked under his bed and there are dirty socks and other stuff. I lost it. I screamed and yelled and threatened. I now realize that I over reacted. But, I've told that boy on many occasions that I am sick and tired of finding dirty clothes shoved under the bed.
Anyway, I made him cry and I hate that I did that, but I cant take living in a fucking pig pen of a house. So then my wife starts in on me about raising hell so late and I opened my mouth to her. The result was that I slept on the couch last night. I will probably do the same tonight.
I know I have a very sharp tongue and can be an asshole, but I work two fucking jobs and do all the typical dad stuff in between. All I want is a spotless fucking house once in awhile. Is that too much to ask for???
Now I realize I am gonna catch some shit for this philosophy. Someone is going to comment and tell me to get off my ass and help out. That's cool... Bring it on.