The bane of Americans is overwork--and the ruin of any work is a divided interest. Concentrate-concentrate. One thing at a time.

As far as I know it is not my "fault" that I suffer from migraines. The medicine I take either puts me out for 2 hours (shot) or upsets my stomach (pill). Yesterday, I had another headache. I had one 2 weeks ago - it was around for 2 days. I then had one start on Sunday; yesterday, it was very bad.

I couldn't take my medicine right away - Husband decided it was more important to go pick up the car that was in the repair shop than for me to get over my headache. When we returned, I took my medicine; which meant that I'd have to sleep for 1 hour then have a 1 hour recovery time. Apparently my saying, "I am closing the door and no animals are to come into the room" was not clear enough. After 20 minutes of animal chasing, I closed and locked the door.

During the second hour, Daughter and I watched some television. This gave me time to eat crackers and drink Coke (non diet). Husband did not understand why I had to be "out of commission"; I told him I'd be more than happy to be up and around, dizzy and throwing up if he liked. He was not amused.

As far as I know it is not my "fault" that our money situation has gone down hill, again. I kept to my self-imposed spending limit on gifts; I put nearly all my earnings into savings. Oh, wait - the car "broke" and my step-son moved - that's where it went. (Sorry, had to bitch.) I don't see how this gives you (husband) the right to bark and show no mercy. (OK, that was a bit dramatic; but that is how I'm feeling at the moment.)

I had no clue that husband thought he was not going to work today so that we could all do something "family". Being out for a day meant nothing got done around here; and with people coming tomorrow, I have a lot to do. Comments like, "If I had known we weren't doing anything, I could have gone to work," just aren't helpful. If you want to go to work, then go; wtf do I care at this point.

These mixed messages are becoming unbearable. I'm all for compromise, but this is just $h1tty and tiresome.

And, for those of you following the story, Husband has once again decided that "we" cannot afford to get a lawyer to bring Daughter here. Apparently, he has forgotten who I am...