Husband copt a major attitude when I explained we had 2 computers and there was no need for a laptop but we need to rip out the carpet and replace it w/ laminate. (Daughter has been diagnosed w/ mild asthma.) He literally plopped on the couch like a 4 yr old, crossed his arms, and huffed. From there he proceeded to whine and complain. I ignored him and told him I would pick him up some toddler teething rings. I told him I did not have time to cater to his tantrum and my quit was more important than him and he started a minor rant / holler. I left the room.
Then daughter copt a major attitude last night when I told her no computer. Then from there, she started hollering at me. So I went upstairs, closed the door, popped in my relaxation cd and tried to calm down. As silly as it sounds, I was literally talking to myself out of a smoke. I was verbally speaking outloud too! I cried and cried and cried. Finally I layed down on my tummy, and breathed deeply, etc. I jsut stayed upstairs in my room and avoided everyone. I guess I hid.
Bedtime had approached, and I was watching a cooking show. Husband came into the room and complained the tv was too loud. WTHeck?? It wasnt loud, he wanted something complain about. I looked at him and in the calmest voice, I said, "This is about *MY* quit. This *IS NOT* about you. This *IS MY* life and I am desperately trying to rid myself of a horrid addiction. If you want to support me, then stop blaming me for your problems. You are not helping me by constantly micromanaging me. I can manage my own life. Sweep off your own back porch before you sweep mine. Now, if you kindly leave, I can continue to focus on a show I am interested in." He huff'd and puff'd and went off to do his own thing. It seems the insomnia monster decided to rear its ugly head and I am its latest victim.
This morning was no different than last night. I woke up around 430 and made a cup of coffee. At 6am, he came downstairs and tried picking a fight *again*. I simply took my coffee into my hand, and breathed in the aromas and steam.
I swear he is the devil with blue eyes. This is my quit. This is my life. I would rather take on a pod of great white sharks rather deal with this addiction. It seems it would be easier to punch a shark in its snout. [b]H
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Hours: 17
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