kind of a rant and maybe just whining
Sep. 25th, 2007 01:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amalthiaOkay for anyone that's been reading my flist for the last two weeks or so you probably already know that this last weekend, my husband and I, moved out of our apartment and into a new house. Which isn't an entirely accurate statement. At the moment my husband is offshore and wasn't around at all to help with the actual move. I was okay with him being off shore, sure it would be great if he were around to help clean the house, unpack boxes, and etc...but it's for his job so i'm letting that go. So at the moment I'm physically exhuasted, mentally not at the top of my game, and have been sleeping like crap. And to top it all off I think I may have a roach problem in this house we got.
Now to give some history on where my rant is coming from, before we bought the house, my husband and I discussed having my oldest brother come to live with us because he's disabled and can't drive and well my mom went crazy and is unbearable to live with any longer. so my brother asked if he could move in with us sometime in the following year. I'm okay with it, I love my brother, he's good company and cleans up after himself 10X better than my husband does, he's easy to live with. My husband said he's okay with this and I thought we were both on the same page. So I start looking at houses, mostly 3 bedroom because it's within our price range. I find a house, my husband likes it too, and I went through all this work (by myself because my huband was off shore for nearly every part of this buying the house and move) to buy the house.
So we moved in this weekend. Saturday evening I discover all the draws in the kitchen were covered with roach shit and the cleaners I hired to clean the house (including cabinets) did a piss poor job of it. But I let it go, I bought cleaning stuff and well I'm still cleaning the mess.
Last night, my husband calls at 12 midnight after I already sent him an email saying I'm going to bed early because I'm EXHUASTED and anyway I wasn't too upset that he called because I was planning to finish up one more cabinet. but then he proceeds to tell me he's not exactly happy he won't have a room of his own to put his stuff in. See when I talked about buying a house I told him I needed a room of my own, he seemed okay with it, and then the whole thing with my brother came up, he NEVER mentioned how much he wanted his own damned room. Instead he springs this on me at MIDNIGHT when I'm exhuasted from the weekend, been working for 2 hours to clean the damned cabinet because instead of buying a NEW house like I really wanted to, he wanted to go cheap and get a foreclosure, and well this is partially my fault because I didn't think to check the cabinets that closely when I checked out the house and yeah the house price seemed too good to be true and now I know why.
Anyways, my brother has been here during this whole move, helping pack boxes, carry boxes down stairs, he's helping me unpack boxes while I'm at work and he's been doing a lot to help. And he kept me company while I was cleaning the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen.
I guess it just really bugs me that he never mentioned just how much he wanted his own room until after it's too late to change his mind, and secondly he hasn't even see just how empty the house is at the moment because we really don't have all that much stuff. To further clarify we got a 1800 sq foot house. And he's basically trying to decorate from 1000 miles away and I'm just too damned tired for it. the AC is barely working, half the blinds are fucked up, and the wall paper is peeling in the bathroom, it looks like the previous owners didn't do much to maintain the house at all. I'm trying to be happy about owning a home but right now I just want to throw in the towel and say fuck it. So basically, my husband's announcement I think was the staw that broke the camel's back. I pretty much cried a lot after I got off the phone with him.
I'm just so frustrated trying to get information accros to him and he has his own ideas, which is okay but really I don't want heavy gym equipment upstairs where half the floorboards are squeaking under the carpet. This home looks like it was built cheaply and well I don't want to take risks. Plus there's this area in the front of the house that has NOTHING there at all to be the little gym area. and instead he wants to carry heavy assed equipment up a flight of stairs????? I'm convinced that either all guys are morons or I picked a real winner here. Anyways, I don't want gym crap upstairs. besides the scary floorboards I can't think of any other reason why it'll be a bad idea but it's just a feeling. I basically wanted all our computer stuff upstairs so we don't need 50foot network cables to play computer games through the LAN. and now he wants to waste upstairs space for gym stuff....
I'm thinking at this point I'll give him the damned room I put my computer in and put my computer out in this small game area next to the stairs. if he wants his own room so much he can have it. It just really puzzles me as to why he now wants/needs his own room???? he doesn't have friends over, all he has is his computer/desk...I have no clue why he'd need a room with a door. he's never expressed an interest before.
I like having the room because I like a lot of light when I'm on the computer and I watch tv on my computer loud, so I close the door so it doesn't disturb anyone else. it's just I really wish he'd told me ahead of time that he wanted his own damned room because then I would have said we're not getting a house with less than 4 bedrooms and left it at that.
I'm not looking forward to going home tonight at all even though I can barely keep my eyes open, because I still have more cabinets and draws to clean in the kitchen. I haven't even started the bathrooms yet.
I want my brother to come live with me and my husband and what really I think bugs me is that my husband said he was okay with it but now that we got the house another story is coming out. and I feel like he lied to me.
Basically, I'm depressed, pissed off, and exhuasted and at the end of my rope.
edit: P.S. my husband also keeps bugging me about the stupid graffitti on the side of our house! it's like hello I know about it and it's at the bottom of my damned list for when I get everything else finished. we aren't trying to sell the house tomorrow! basically his priorities are fucked up and I'm pretty busy trying to get everything else taken care of, like getting trash services started and etc...
Now to give some history on where my rant is coming from, before we bought the house, my husband and I discussed having my oldest brother come to live with us because he's disabled and can't drive and well my mom went crazy and is unbearable to live with any longer. so my brother asked if he could move in with us sometime in the following year. I'm okay with it, I love my brother, he's good company and cleans up after himself 10X better than my husband does, he's easy to live with. My husband said he's okay with this and I thought we were both on the same page. So I start looking at houses, mostly 3 bedroom because it's within our price range. I find a house, my husband likes it too, and I went through all this work (by myself because my huband was off shore for nearly every part of this buying the house and move) to buy the house.
So we moved in this weekend. Saturday evening I discover all the draws in the kitchen were covered with roach shit and the cleaners I hired to clean the house (including cabinets) did a piss poor job of it. But I let it go, I bought cleaning stuff and well I'm still cleaning the mess.
Last night, my husband calls at 12 midnight after I already sent him an email saying I'm going to bed early because I'm EXHUASTED and anyway I wasn't too upset that he called because I was planning to finish up one more cabinet. but then he proceeds to tell me he's not exactly happy he won't have a room of his own to put his stuff in. See when I talked about buying a house I told him I needed a room of my own, he seemed okay with it, and then the whole thing with my brother came up, he NEVER mentioned how much he wanted his own damned room. Instead he springs this on me at MIDNIGHT when I'm exhuasted from the weekend, been working for 2 hours to clean the damned cabinet because instead of buying a NEW house like I really wanted to, he wanted to go cheap and get a foreclosure, and well this is partially my fault because I didn't think to check the cabinets that closely when I checked out the house and yeah the house price seemed too good to be true and now I know why.
Anyways, my brother has been here during this whole move, helping pack boxes, carry boxes down stairs, he's helping me unpack boxes while I'm at work and he's been doing a lot to help. And he kept me company while I was cleaning the drawers and cabinets in the kitchen.
I guess it just really bugs me that he never mentioned just how much he wanted his own room until after it's too late to change his mind, and secondly he hasn't even see just how empty the house is at the moment because we really don't have all that much stuff. To further clarify we got a 1800 sq foot house. And he's basically trying to decorate from 1000 miles away and I'm just too damned tired for it. the AC is barely working, half the blinds are fucked up, and the wall paper is peeling in the bathroom, it looks like the previous owners didn't do much to maintain the house at all. I'm trying to be happy about owning a home but right now I just want to throw in the towel and say fuck it. So basically, my husband's announcement I think was the staw that broke the camel's back. I pretty much cried a lot after I got off the phone with him.
I'm just so frustrated trying to get information accros to him and he has his own ideas, which is okay but really I don't want heavy gym equipment upstairs where half the floorboards are squeaking under the carpet. This home looks like it was built cheaply and well I don't want to take risks. Plus there's this area in the front of the house that has NOTHING there at all to be the little gym area. and instead he wants to carry heavy assed equipment up a flight of stairs????? I'm convinced that either all guys are morons or I picked a real winner here. Anyways, I don't want gym crap upstairs. besides the scary floorboards I can't think of any other reason why it'll be a bad idea but it's just a feeling. I basically wanted all our computer stuff upstairs so we don't need 50foot network cables to play computer games through the LAN. and now he wants to waste upstairs space for gym stuff....
I'm thinking at this point I'll give him the damned room I put my computer in and put my computer out in this small game area next to the stairs. if he wants his own room so much he can have it. It just really puzzles me as to why he now wants/needs his own room???? he doesn't have friends over, all he has is his computer/desk...I have no clue why he'd need a room with a door. he's never expressed an interest before.
I like having the room because I like a lot of light when I'm on the computer and I watch tv on my computer loud, so I close the door so it doesn't disturb anyone else. it's just I really wish he'd told me ahead of time that he wanted his own damned room because then I would have said we're not getting a house with less than 4 bedrooms and left it at that.
I'm not looking forward to going home tonight at all even though I can barely keep my eyes open, because I still have more cabinets and draws to clean in the kitchen. I haven't even started the bathrooms yet.
I want my brother to come live with me and my husband and what really I think bugs me is that my husband said he was okay with it but now that we got the house another story is coming out. and I feel like he lied to me.
Basically, I'm depressed, pissed off, and exhuasted and at the end of my rope.
edit: P.S. my husband also keeps bugging me about the stupid graffitti on the side of our house! it's like hello I know about it and it's at the bottom of my damned list for when I get everything else finished. we aren't trying to sell the house tomorrow! basically his priorities are fucked up and I'm pretty busy trying to get everything else taken care of, like getting trash services started and etc...