As I come home in 97 degree weather (and I totally wilt in hot weather - frizzy hair, melted-off make-up - complete disaster) from the train, do I really need to hear my hubby screaming at the dog about the tissue he just chewed up.  The dog ate a tissue, you ask?  Is the tissue box on the floor where he can get it?  No, its not.  Well then how can that possibly happen?  It can happen because my hubby dropped it on the floor, just like the loose change he drops all over the floor, just like the clothes he drops.....you get the idea.  Like Hansel and Gretel, I can follow the trail of tissues to find the hubby.  I understand he has allergies (I really think it's his deviated septum but his mother thinks its allergies so....that's what it is).  And he needs to blow his nose, but couldn't the tissue somehow finds it way into, I don't know, the garbage pail.  How hard can it be to get it in there?

And not only does he not take responsibility for throwing the tissues on the floor, but blames the puppy for having a fiesta with them.  How is this the puppy's fault?  He doesn't know any better, he is a baby.  Shouldn't the person who was irresponsible and left the tissues around be the one at fault?  My hubby does not see it this way.

This is one reason for our financial debacles.  My hubby is very irrational with money, and I was irresponsible in not paying attention to what either one of us was doing.  I have come to the realization that I need to take responsibility for our financial woes because I should have known better, and chosen some things more wisely.  But why doesn't he need to take any responsibility?  Because he never really made any of the major decisions, he should be totally blameless?  His 'everything will be all right, rosy colored glasses' attitude tends to make me think he has no idea that some of these problems stem from him.  I wonder how many other working moms feel this way, have guilt and major stress because we are making so many decisions without our hubby's full participation.  And then when it all falls to pieces, we are the ones who place the blame on ourselves, as well as become the only one having to pick up and start all over again.  Feel free to comment....I have to go and pull the hub's undies out of my puppy's mouth...poor puppy.