March 10, 2007~~8:43 p.m.
22 days and counting...

Had to go to a work thing today. Saw bunches of people. A lot asked if I got my hair cut. None said they liked it.

Whatever. I like it and that is what matters.

The husband says he likes it, but given that he screwed up the ONE thing I asked him to do while I went to the training for our living history today, I'm not sure he's not just being nice to make up for it.

Y'know, the thing I dislike most in the whole world (other than the people who don't know their vehicles came equipped with turning indicators and mosquitos) is feeling like if there is something that needs doing I have to do it myself.

I tend toward being a bit of a control freak in the first place and will almost always choose to do things myself rather than ask for assistance. I know this is bad, but it's a difficult thing to get over when it seems that everytime I go out on a limb and ask for something it gets screwed up.

ALL he had to do was dial the phone and have the kids play/sing happy birthday to my godson. That's it. It's what we do for birthdays. It's what we've always done for birthdays. J's birthday was Tuesday, so we were already several days late, but the instruments had been in the music rooms at school, so we waited for the weekend. I was up and out of here before anyone was up this morning. The husband wrote himself a reminder to make the call as soon as they all got up.

So they got up. And "called". And when the answering machine picked up, instead of leaving the song recorded as we have done EVERY OTHER SINGLE FREAKING TIME WE'VE DONE THIS FOR THE LAST 15 YEARS, he just hung up. By the time I got home, it was too late to phone an 8 year old in New York from California.

Then, on top of it all, he couldn't understand what my problem with this was. And so he had the nerve to act irritated with me.

Oh.My.God. I cannot wait until Spring Break. Just me and the beach. *That* is exactly what I need. I leave three weeks from tomorrow...

~Alice