Rock {me} Hard Place

I know you have all had those moments where you feel like you are damned if you do and damned if you don't. Well my moments like these often come when hubs is away. Now, I'm not complaining per se or dissing the hubs, but it seems that when he is out of town I just cannot win. I mean remember the great possum incident of Easter weekend? Then there was the power outage last summer when he was at the College World Series... it just seems I can't win. So it should have come as no surprise to me that he leaves for one night and the rain decides to come.

Rain, how is this a bad thing you ask? Well, my hubs is a weather-phobe of sorts. I mean this man can live and die by the weather forecast. He does this because he worries obsesses over the dog and weather. I mean what if she goes outside during the rain and gets wet and come back into the tile-floor kitchen? Heaven forbid! So when it even could possible be rain we puts up a fence around our patio so she can still go outside, but can't get in the flowerbeds grass. So when it rained last night and this morning and Mr. Weatherman told me it was going to possible rain again I did what I thought he would do and put up the fence. At 6:30am while in a skirt and heels. I was so proud of myself. I stood back examined my work and even took a pic to show hubs how well I did.

Wrong. His first text back to me was "why?" So I explained the forecast and weather report and he still insisted that he had checked the weather and it did not say rain.... Newsflash hubs, IT IS RAINING RIGHT NOW IN TEXAS! So, I think ok, he will be so proud of me for doing what I think is insane anyway... next text... "did you give her water and food?" Well duh, yes what do you think I am a horrible puppy mom? I mean I did have her before we got married and she is still alive. Now it hits me. When he keeps her inside he does not feed her, nor does he give her water.... (fear of pee pee inside).

At this the tears swelled up i my eyes and I felt so defeated. No, good job hun, nice call, so proud of you... no strike 2 for the wife! And I only began to feel worse as I drove into downtown and noticed only sunny skies. So now I have left my poor baby girl fenced into the patio (when she normally as the whole yard and kitchen) and this "rain" does not look to be coming back and I feel like Ive struck out again.

So here I am stand in between the proverabial rock and hard place. I'd just like to catch a break. So my lesson for the day: Men/husbands/boyfriends/fiances... just because we do not do it just like you does not mean its wrong and for heaven's sake when we do try to do it like you do praise us. We women need verbal praise. A simple thanks honey for that goes a long way in our books.