My Butt Hurts

I think I need more padding on this baby. Meaning my tushy, not the baby. Though she could use some more padding herself. Of course, the more padding she gets, the more my butt's going to hurt. *Sigh*

It's so Thursday afternoon at 5 p.m. All of my tasks look so boring. I went through old voicemails. I have a voicemail in there from October. Which I left in my voicemail box. Mwa ha ha. Don't worry, it's just a creditor.

This post is boring even me.

Dh started the 3 Weeks of Hell on Monday. He is working 3 overtime shifts a week in addition to his regular 4 shifts until May 12. Yes, Gentle Reader, he is temporarily working 10 hours a day, 7 days a week.

Why would he do something so completely insane?

An excellent question. Anyone who knows Dh knows he is a consummate worrier. These overtime shifts are actually training which will allow him to get overtime shifts basically whenever he wants to in the future. This eases his mind regarding the whole "My Wife is Becoming a SAHM and How the Freak Can We Survive On Just My Income?!?!?" thing he is going through. Tonight is his first OT shift, so here's where it starts to get hard. He apologized in advance for:

1) How messy the house will be because he will leave his crap everywhere and never pick it up. (I really try to limit picking up after him because it pisses me off.)

2) How grouchy/rude/crotchedy he is going to be.

I don't think I like the whole "apologizing in advance" thing. How can I forgive in advance? I can't. I think he should take the "apologize every time I see my wife over the next three weeks" approach. Doesn't that one sound much better?

There are altogether too many long titles in quotation marks in this post.