... and I had to cancel my last appointment.
Mr. Wolfman has decided to work 2 jobs again this summer, despite the fact that I made it pretty clear I'd rather he didn't. Again. I mean, he can obviously make his own decisions about what he does with his time, but, as I pointed out to him, he's also deciding what I'm going to do with my time, because now I'm 100% responsible for the monster, 100% of the time.
Plus 100% of the housework (although Mr. Wolfman did clean on his singular day off, so I just have to maintain the status quo).
This is a wonderful (not quite) paradox. The more Mr. Wolfman works, the more stressed I get, the more moments of anger and anxiety I feel, the more I need therapy. But, the more he works, the less time I have for therapy. He only has one day off (not my regular appointment day) and everything non-work-related or that needs a car, needs to be done that day. Woo fucking hoo. Still, I'm going to call and see if I can move my appointment to that day.
On top of missing out on therapy, the farmer's market which I've been looking forward to all winter is now a no-go, because even though Wolfman has that day off, it's (as above) his only day off. And even if I wanted to be mean and tell him, too bad, you can spend 5 hours looking after the monster that day, I can't because I have no time to make anything to sell, no time to pump, no time for anything.
We'd also planned on being really outdoorsy this summer, going hiking and such. Yeah, no. Looks like I just get to push the monster around town in the stroller and occasionally go to the park.
Ok, this is getting a little woe-is-me, so I'm going to cut myself off before I launch into the rant about not being able to drive anywhere... ugh.