Just. So. Frustrated!
Alright, we knew when we moved out to Vegas that the public transport in the suburbs wasn't good, but DH was all assuring that he was going to use it. Now it's just been him waking me up at ridiculous times (why is he not jet lagged and recovering from two weeks of almost no sleep? Oh, right, it was just me who got no sleep because DH can sleep through his "I'm a slowly dying moose that it's been hit by a semi" style snoring) and demanding that I drive him around to get all the licenses he needs to start work.
Well, good thing that he drank too much on Thursday and we couldn't do it Friday, because he figured going to get his health and alcohol service certificates when he was hung over (and I'd been counting my drinks all night so that I would be able to drive him, I just didn't feel like getting up at 8am, or as my body assumes it is, 2am, and driving). It turns out that one of locations he wanted to go to was freaking closed, as in, no longer there, and it would have been a wasted trip anyway!
So, I get woken up again today. "Honey, did you even look at public transport options?" "No, why can't you just drive?" "Because I'm not a bloody taxi service and we talked about this before we moved."
I'm sorry, it's the stupidest thing to be all upset about because I know a lot of you have actual problems, but I really need to get the house unpacked so that I can get back to work and start making some money. Also, I'm not a bloody taxi service and we'd discussed this before we moved. At least he's getting a job with a friend who lives close by, so I won't have to drive him in to town for work all the time. Am I being super childish? Probably. But I hate just sitting around this house that's still full of boxes, and not having my machine set up, and not being able to do anything useful except unpack, and not being able to take clients on.
I'm really hoping he gets his license sorted out soon. I get why he doesn't have one; you don't actually need one in Boston, particularly where he was living before we moved in together. He seriously needs to get on this one though.
End rant. And again, sorry to those of you who have real problems.