Sadly, it is apparent to me that my Offsprung blog posts will all probably be about my irritation with my husband. I'm not particularly happy about that, but in a way I'm grateful that it is one of the few issues I have that's big enough requiring me to let off some steam.
So, to the source of my current ire. AlphaGeek is in Barcelona for a week and a half, for some stupid conference or another that is being hosted at a five star Hyatt. On the beach. Great. Yeah, I could go with him, if I had an extra $3000 to spare for tickets for myself and the kiddos. Yes, the kids would have to go. We don't have anyone here who could take them for a week and a half. Obviously, I don't have a spare $3000, and it really irritates me when people look at me like I'm crazy, and then say "But it's Barcelona!" Well, excuse me if I don't feel like paying for that trip for the next two years. Because that's how long it would take me to pay off the credit card. My 800+ credit score did not get that way because I throw caution to the wind.
Anyway, what is the point of accompanying him on a business trip when he will have little to no spare time to actually spend with me? I'm not into touring foreign cities on my own.
Last night, AlphaGeek went out with two co-workers for tapas and drinks, because that's what you do in Barcelona. Apparently. Over the course of several texts, it's revealed to me that he's 1.) drunk as a skunk 2.) chatting up foreign ladies to 'break the ice' for his single co-workers.
I send the appropriately snarky text back at him, and get a bewildered "sheesh" in reply. Which made me attempt to set my cell phone on fire with my eyeballs.
He just doesn't get it. For someone who is supposedly so sensitive and whatnot, sometimes he has the emotional IQ of a clam.
I know AG would never cheat on me. I don't even need to think twice about it. But am I supposed to be happy that he's inebriated and chatting up Swedish tourists? He has a history of behaving stupidly when he gets drunk, and that includes stripping for strange women. Although that was his 22nd birthday, and he'd had seven shots of tequila. He claims not to remember the stripping. *sigh*
Anyway, he's all cranky that I'm upset, and I'm now doubly pissed that he's not trying to at least be more apologetic. My brain is in revenge-plotting mode, while the rest of me is just tired.
Sometimes, I'm just tired of being tired. Does that make sense?
I'm sensing the need for another vacation away from my family.