Finally Lost It

I'm sure my husband has thought I've been on the brink of losing my sanity before, but last night he thought I'd just fallen right off the edge.  I try to keep things picked up and in some sort of order, but I have small house with insufficient storage so organization isn't my strong suit.  I'm ok with our disorganization and stacks, but last night I'd reached my limits.
While my husband was in the shower, I was trying to pick up.  I had to keep walking around our growing pile of trash that we can't burn because there is a ripe field of wheat within feet of our burn barrel, tripped over the stroller that won't fit in the boot and coverall filled closet, and stubbed my toe on the vacuum that sits right in the way of my washing machine because it has no other home.  Then I went into the bathroom where my husband was showering to brush my teeth.  Approximately three weeks ago I set three small totes of his in the middle of the bathroom hoping he'd take care of it without me having to nag.  Walking around items doesn't bother him so I was the only one going crazy.  Reaching for the toothbrush, I knocked over his glass of tea because there was no room to maneuver.  That was the last straw.  With tea running down the cabinets, I decided to pitch it ALL.  I started throwing anything in the way into piles, marching it out to the shed to be taken to the dump, and hauling furniture that takes up too much room to our unfinished basement to be sold later.  With a bewildered look on his face, Brian tries to tell me that 11:30 at night is not the time to start a project like this.  Then he asked if I'd like to sit down and have a rational conversation as he grabs things from the boxes I was storming by with.
After I had fizzled down, he asked why I'd put the boxes in the middle of the bathroom any way if it was going to irritate me so much.  I explained that I though he'd put his stuff away without me nagging if it was in his pathway.  His response, "what in our marriage led you to think that?"
I guess I'm back to nagging!

Rent-a-Husband

Anyone have a husband for rent?  I'm looking for someone with lots of spare time, good with lawn mowers and weed eaters, good at building things, handy at taking things apart and putting them back together, and did I mention time.  My honey-do list continues to grow, but my poor husband is never home to do it.
My husband fits all of the criteria above except the time part.  Most women have husbands with nine to five jobs, and when their home on evenings and weekends, they can work on household and yard projects.  When you're married to a rancher, that's just not the case.  He leaves by eight in the morning for the ranch (earlier if he's baling) and doesn't get home until around eight in the evening (it can be much later depending on what is going on), and by the time he gets home, he's usually pooped out.  With harvest coming up, it's doubtful I'll see him awake more than an hour maybe two at the most.  There are also no weekends off.  Farm ground and cattle don't count one day more special than the others.  The running joke is "put it on my list".  The problem is the man's going to have to take a couple months off from the ranch to accomplish all of it at this point.
So if you know a deck buildin', basement finishin', weed whackin', chicken house paintin', baby gate hangin', dish washer fixin' kind of a guy laying around let me know.  I'll put him to work!

Like Waking the Dead

My husband can sleep through anything, ANYTHING.  I've seen good sleepers before, but this man should be studied for his ability to snooze right through conversations, babies crying, dogs barking, and trips to the ER.
He snores something awful when laying on his back and last night when I asked him to roll over, his response was "who me?"
No the other snoring man in my bed.  Seriously!  This morning he didn't remember any of this conversation, but that doesn't surprise me.  We have a serious coyote problem, and our outdoor dogs run by our bedroom windows barking their heads off; he doesn't even skip a breath.  Our daughter could have been up several times in the night, and he would tell you she'd slept all night long, but my favorite is the night I had to take my sister to the emergency room.
I had fixed cherry covered pork chops for supper, and Kelli had said it felt like she couldn't swallow.  She was puking up anything she ate or drank after that which was very concerning, but she said it had happened before and always went away so she didn't want to go to the hospital.  She thought she was doing better at bed time so we all went to bed, but about midnight, she was still having problems and knew she needed to have it looked at.  She knocked on our door which sent our inside dog into a frenzy which in turn set her dogs to barking.  I got up, turned on lights, talked to her, and then we called into the emergency room to let them know we were coming.  Brian didn't get out of bed, but I just thought he didn't think he could help. No, no....he was asleep.  I went in to let him know we were leaving; I leaned over, told him.  No acknowledgement.  Shook him and told him we were going to the ER.  Up he jumped! "What? Why?"  Who sleeps through all that racket and lights?

*Kelli was fine.  She had fibers growing around her esophagus which were not allowing food through, but once she had them removed, she was as good as new.