Frustration

Once again I find myself in a position of giving someone else more than they are giving me. This is probably an over simplification or even a gross exaggeration of the reality, but this is how it feels at the moment. My wonderful husband decided today that when I was in a pissy mood that we did not get out the door on time this morning he would surprise us all with a short road trip. The downside to this surprise is that as much as I love him, sometimes he's a bit of an idiot. He did not recall that the location he wanted to take us to was not, in fact, a 45 minute drive from home, but a 2 hour drive each way. It was a lovely surprise. One I refuse to say anything negative about to him because I desperately desire him to be more spontaneous with this type of trip but at the same time---- we were not done with our homework for our shared Psych class. 

Now, we are home and working on the 2 page essays we needed to get written this weekend and I have so far devoted more time to helping him write and edit his than I have to writing my own. NOT that I don't think he's capable, but to the contrary: he asked me to edit and help him put his ideas and words on the screen / paper in an organized fashion. It's one of the things I am good at for other folks, but not so good at for myself---- and he desperately needs the help in this area. He is an amazingly intelligent man, but written word is his kryptonite. He struggles with the difference between 'realize' and 'relies'; 'loss' and 'lose'. When he reads out loud what he has typed, he puts in all the necessary filler words: 'the', 'and', etc, but they are missing from the text. 

Ugh. Off to try and finish my psych homework. Just had to word vomit my frustration somewhere that it wouldn't hurt anyone's feelings.