I didn’t get to sleep until 3:30 am last night and was up at six am when DH got up. I’m tired and feel terrible. My wish for today was that the Ogre would be out for lunch so that I could get some proper food today. I didn’t eat breakfast until 5pm yesterday and it consisted of some fried eggs that DH cooked while the ogre was away briefly and five… (yes five) tortilla wraps with hot left over cesar dressing as the filling. Yep, that’s it. So I was really looking forward to eating normal food today when he did his usual eat lunch at the pub. It wouldn’t have been a problem yesterday except he was constantly in and out during the day and it was unpredictable when to cook.
Ogre bought a ton of shopping yesterday. I figured it was part of yesterday’s discussion – bought so we could see it sit in the fridge and rot away and not be able to eat it. But nope. DH tells me this morning the kitchen is a mess, there is food prepped… I think OH NO! I had to see for myself..! The asshole is throwing another dinner party tonight. WTF!!! Are you kidding me? And the entire table was set so again, there goes having a chair to sit on and use the computer tonight not to mention he’s more than likely going to be home all day now making this damn dinner… so there goes eating… and likely the kitchen will be monopolized until tomorrow. (Dinner guests wouldn’t be leaving until around 10 as usual and the ogre will then be up all night slamming around dishes until the early hours then messing around there the next day as well. But hey, I’m just guessing from all the other past dinner parties he’s had that this is how it will go down.)
So DH had to go down this morning and cart up a four drawer plastic rolley bin that the ogre demanded he take upstairs during the talk the other night. (Sorry I failed to mention that part in my other blog post, nor did I mention the bit about ogre saying that he would have taken an around the world cruise already but he had to stay home and mourn his dead wife…*rolls eyes*) Granted it’s DH’s and it’s not even in the dining room or in a room that is used or people go in… but it must come up. Where will it go? Hell if I know? There is no room to walk in the room anyway without crawling on the bed to get to the other areas of the room. I swear. So really it could have stayed there out of the way it wasn’t hurting anyone… but no. So DH carted it upstairs and put it in the hallway so the ogre doesn’t get a hair up his ass and throw it away along with it’s contents. Speaking of throwing away – I see the ogre finally threw away a skirt someone had given me that was downstairs. It was going to be used as material for toy projects so it’s no big deal and I know better than to have anything downstairs, but it was more or less an experiment. Will he mention to DH that there is a skirt down here to be taken up or will he just throw it away? Bingo, mysteriously disappears and is no where to be found. Anywhere. It wasn’t out in the bins that I could ever find… so I could give him the benefit of the doubt that maybe he took it upstairs by accident, but I am pretty sure he didn’t. I imagine it went where he hid a laundry basket of dirty clothes one week.
(Yes, he hid ALL my husband’s dirty clothing once for a week. The hamper was nearly full so I went to do laundry one day and all the clothes were missing! Ogre hid them somewhere – DH checked his room etc, nothing. DH thinks ogre hid them in his car. We had to wait nearly a week for the clothes to reappear so DH could have some underware to wear…)
I’m just so mad right now. Again no warning of a dinner party – no letting us know we won’t be able to use the kitchen for pretty much all of today and that there will be people here until probably 10pm or letting us know we won’t be on the computer tonight because we’ll have no chairs. The computer part might sound silly, but when you live in your bedroom 24 hours a day and there is no room to do anything else, the computer is like a lifeline/only thing to keep your sanity. And none of these plans were apparently in his diary which DH sneaks a look at from time to time so we have a faint clue of what’s going on and when he’ll be out. It makes me think that on such short notice it will be family which will be even more drama. Best possible scenario it’s just a bunch of rich snotty assholes from his golf club coming over. DH’s plan for dinner tonight? Lettuce, salad dressing and lunch meat. And I think why the salad dressing, we won’t be able to put it away in the fridge… it will just sit up here opened for hours.
You may laugh but I am considering finding a coffee pot from a charity shop, which although discounted is somewhat of an investment to us – and using that to brew hot water (hopefully not starting a fire on an extention cord – I wouldn’t think so though) and use it to cook rice. At least we could still eat if situations like this happen. Granted it’s only rice, but at least it’s something!