The quiet mouse

I’m working my butt off today. I’m trying to get my garage ready for a garage sale. I’m putting together three sets of shelving. They are cheaper than what I really wanted. They won’t hold a lot of weight. I was told since they were $20 cheaper and only take one person to build them were getting them.

I rearranged the other side of the garage and moved the heavy grills over. I had to arrange it so that we could access the grills.

I picked up 2 60lb bags of cement mix. I probably shouldn’t have but getting the boys off their butts to help us like pulling teeth.

I was told I choose the wrong side of the garage to put my stuff. As it would have been more accessible for customers.

Seriously, your going to do this now? Now that I have almost all the shelving up and items priced and on shelves. I won’t be moving anything. My side of the garage, my choice.

I find out tomorrow wether or not I get the 3rd interview with the president of the company I applied with. I have to learn CAD at this job. My husband says now that he would be a better fit for it because he has used CAD before and he’s going to apply for the same job. Seriously, why does he have to try and out do me? Why does he try and knock me down if he thinks I might succeed at something?

I’m trying to get a job that makes more money than him and would be amazing for our family. Why does he feel now that he has to find a better job? He could have done that ages ago.

Do I really threaten his masculinity by being better than him at something?