Anger Management

I am so angry at my husband and my son right now. One for being a fucking lazy son of a bitch and my son for being an obstentant and whiney brat. I had asked my husband to shovel the walk earlier today so that I would not be walking through mile high snowdrifts. That and the fact that I had already shoveled the walks this morning. When I got home from picking up my son guess how the snow drifts still were. They had not been done and he was lieing down taking a nap. Of course he has the perfectly reasonable reason that he will be doing snow removal tonight, but he's already slept in till noon and it would take half a fucking hour to clear the walks like I just did! I can't tell you how many times I have heard "I'll do them/it/whatever when I get up" only to have him then say "I don't have time. I have to go into work." because he overslept. Then he would once again put it off saying he'll do it in the morning when he gets home or tomorrow. Its always tomorrow. I get so fucking angry with this asshole behavior that I ready to take a shovel of snow and hit him on the head with it. After all it runs in the family. His sister did that to his younger brother when he wasn't shoveling the walk.
Then I came in to find my son watching TV because his sister was. Alright my husband was sleeping after all and I was shovelling the walk. So I have him get his homework out. Yes a Grade One has homework, but that is another rant. We sit down to his reading book and he's doing alright until he gets to spinach. Here he guesses the word to be salad. After all the picture looks like a salad. So I do what we have been taught and have him sound out the letters and then put them together as a word. Here's where the breakdown starts. He refuses to sound them out for me and is expecting me to tell him the word. Which I refuse to do because he needs to learn to say it himself. Needless to say he is in his room right now and I am here typing on my blog venting. My husband has been helping my son with his homework the last couple of days because Bear (this is easier to type than my son all the time) refuses to do it with me. So fine I am at the point where he can wait in his room-no TV-until his father wakes up from his nap.

I don't know why these stupid little things piss me off so much. I should just learn to live with the fact that I have a lazy husband and stubborn son. I didn't make the resolution that I would try to keep my temper under control because I knew it would be broken before the first week of January was over. Above case in point. January is always a bad month for us. We never seem to have enough money, no roommates to spark our anger just each other this year. Last year I had a very bad moment where my roommate got involved in an argument between me and my husband. I was afraid he was going to hit me, but I am amazed I stood my ground. Still I think it may partly be cabin fever. Trying to get back to the usual routines and bedtimes. What the hell do I know. It is just a bad time of year for us.