son of a bitch.

i am so fucking irritated right now i could scream. i can feel my blood pressure sky rocketing. it is 1:20 am, and i just got off the phone (yes, phone, as in not at home) with my husband. i was woken from a deep sleep, so i was confused when i answered. i knew he had gone out... he had a class until 9:30ish,then was going to go eat dinner, then come home around 10:30ish, maybe 11 at the latest. so when the phone rang i thought, "it must be early still." first words out of his mouth were, "i fucked up." ohmygodyougotaduiorsomethingwhathappened??? he tells me that he ended up meering up with my brother for a drink, lost track of time, and now isnt okay to drive home. so he wants to know if he should juat stay at said brother's house then drive home in the am, or cab home. (for anyone who doesn't know, my husband is currently laid off and stays at home w/ our son now.) um, hello??? cab it, of course! i need you here in the am to watch the baby so i san go to work! oh well, he was wondering if i could just take the baby to daycare in the morning because he has a sidejob to do. fuck me!! so now i have to get up even earlier, skip my workout again, pack up all c's shit, including another diaper bag from scratch since his is in your f-ing truck, get c ready, call and apologize profusely for the short notice for daycare and hope like hell she's not full, all the while trying to get my ass ready and to work on time. all because once again you have been irresponsible. granted, he was very apologetic, but sorry doesn't cut it. sorry doesn't deal with all the shit i now have to deal with in the morning. i do not handle this sort of thing well, especially when it comes to making sure everything i need for the baby is set. fuck! now its 1:45 and i'm having an anxiety attack. thanks a lot.