Thanks guys, I wish I would have read this before I made such a scene just now!!! Called my hubby before we both left work...said I have had it...I am going home and calling it an early night. I picked up the kids. Once at home I again told him I am not making dinner, I am not doing anything tonight...I have had a very, very, bad day and have a really bad headache. He goes into the living room and stretches out on the recliner in front of the TV. The ten year old whines she is hungry. I hint for several minutes and the SOB lies there. So....I start throwing **** in the kitchen, breaking everything I touch (including my thumb, I think!!!) HE STILL DOESN'T GET IT!!! ARE MEN RETARDED?????? We exchange words, the ten year old takes chicken nuggets and mac and cheese to her room to eat. Now I have to vacuum broken glass while he, again, goes sits in front of the TV---I HATE MEN!!!! He actually sees nothing wrong?!!!
[B]My Milage:[/B]
[B]My Quit Date: [/B] 9/8/2006
[B]Smoke-Free Days:[/B] 17
[B]Cigarettes Not Smoked:[/B] 890
[B]Amount Saved:[/B] $136
[B]Life Gained:[/B]
[B]Days:[/B] 1 [B]Hrs:[/B] 20 [B]Mins:[/B] 0 [B]Seconds:[/B] 16