Today is day 8 of John not smoking. He’s doing great, but I am not.
This John not smoking thing, is on the verge of driving me insane. He’s so snappy. I say one thing, I ask one small question and he snaps. I talk to the TV during Gossip Girl while he’s trying to read (in the TV room….hello that’s what the office is for) and he freaks out.
I try not to be hurt, I try to just walk away and leave him alone…but MAN is that hard.
I also try to suppress my urge to re instate house rules that have been slacking and ask him to do things that are annoying me, because I don’t want to hear what his response is. So instead I will tell all of you:
1) Who ever gets out of bed last MAKES the bed.
2)If I’ve just emptied the dishwasher, you better put your dirty dishes in there and not in the sink.
3)Do all of the shirts you wore in the last week really need to be on the back of the couch?
4)We actually need to file all those papers in the office before we can pack it up. And since 95% of them are yours I would LOVE if you could sort them. Because we are moving in less than 2 weeks now and we should really get packing.
That all happened last night or this morning. I have 8 days of that all bottled up. And I just keep repeating that this will all be worth it in the end.
I love John. I love that he wants to quit smoking. I love that he is following through on quitting smoking even though most of his friends and his co workers smoke. I’m proud of him.
But how long do you think it will take for him to be back to normal? Because normal for him is pretty close to the perfect husband.
This is one of my favorite pictures! But note the cigarette and pack of smokes in the bottom left corner. I would crop it out, but I enjoy that I’m carrying a cooler that looks like a ghetto blaster from the 80’s. I can’t wait until we can have smoke free pictures like this!