I'm a first time dog sitter for a neighbor (desperately needed last minute help) and need some help from other dog owners! Today was Day 3 and the two dogs (chihuahua and don't know the other small breed) and they already had 3 bathroom acccidents inside the house (2 poop, 1 pee). Today with both poop and pee accidents in the kitchen. WTF?! It's been really unsettling to have this deal with this since I no warning from the owner. AND get paid hardly anything for this gig. It's going to be a long two weeks. Please help with any tips, any dog owners out there. I don't know much about dogs! Thank you!

Well, I made it 3 days post op. DH was so attentive and didn't want me to lift a finger. This morning he woke up with a GD cold and has acted like it's the end. He coughed so decided he needed a cig. His nose was stuffed up so he took a Benadryl and slept for three hours. Then he asked if I'd make him sloppy jo's and mac 'n cheese (homemade of course) for dinner. So it took me longer than usual (did I mention I had bariatric surgery 3 days ago?), but I got it done. Kitchen cleaned, pain pill on board, and I told him his dinner was ready. "I'm just not hungry. I'm too sick to eat." I threw it all away, started the dishwasher and told him that he is officially on his own. I prepare my meals; he prepares his. I'm not allowed to drive yet or I'd be outta here!

I'm the kind of person now that can't eat if there is anyone else in the room- NOT eating. If I'm sitting at a table with others and we're all eating I'm fine. I can't sit and eat a meal with someone walking in and out of the room or putzing around. I've turned into the kind of person that will just get up and throw away the food if I get angry while I'm eating for whatever reason. Or annoyed. I would rather throw the food away than eat something while I'm upset. And my fucking husband walking in and out of the room- we don't eat together anymore- while I'm trying to eat drives me NUTS. He inhales his food in the TV room and then wanders around the kitchen while I'm trying to eat. I hate it more than I can say. It makes everything I eat not sit well, or I'll just throw away my dinner and not eat that day. Or simply stop eating until he leaves- then my food is cold. I feel so fucking rushed I can't stand it. I would rather starve. I just want to eat alone. FFS.

I love that my son is old enough to appreciate my cooking. I am making read beans and rice today. He came into the kitchen from the yard and said that it smells so good!

Venting- A friend has been on our couch for a month because she's getting a divorce. She's a great houseguest. I just can't take it any more. A month is A LONG TIME. I came home sick from work today and went to my room. I napped for half the day. She poked her head in and started talking to me...am I wrong to think that when someone is in their room, IN BED, that you should KNOCK???? We don't have a spare room so it's hard for anyone to get any privacy, including her. She's generally very considerate but my husband works from home at our kitchen table and lately she just hangs out there and makes it hard for him to concentrate. Thank God she flies out on Friday. She's a sweet girl but I can't wait until she leaves!!!

H once said he didn't understand why women say they're always exhausted with everything they have to do. "Like what?" he asked. So I asked HIM - who cooks for ME every day? (No one) Who does MY laundry for ME? (No one) Who does all the cleaning? (You) Who does the grocery shopping? (You) *light bulb goes off* But then, he called me the other day from his business trip to talk about the bills and asked what I was doing. I said I was cleaning. He goes, "Every time I call you, you're cleaning. I cleaned the house when I left two weeks ago, I can't imagine what there is to do." I asked if he'd dusted, vacuumed, scrubbed the tub, washed out the cat's food & water dishes and litter box, cleaned the shower curtains, dusted the blinds, cleaned the mirrors, washed the walls, scrubbed the kitchen cabinets, cleaned out the microwave, stove & fridge...he said no. So I said, "Then you didn't clean the house. You did, however, leave it tidy." *crickets*

" BTW, if all I did was sat on my ass while someone else did literally EVERYTHING, I would be happy too.".... THIS! So. Much. This. This is what men don't understand. Of course YOU are happy. You're sitting on your ass playing online games and NOT cleaning the kitchen and NOT vacuuming the floor and NOT making dinner and when I come home from work and find a cluttered mess and then have to clean the kitchen BEFORE I can start making dinner because you made yourself lunch and didn't clean up after yourself. When I left for work, the kitchen was clean. Because I fucking cleaned it last night. And yes, I have asked for help. Every single time I ask I'm met with sighs and eyerolls general pissiness. You're a grown man, I'm not gonna beg you for help. But just know if this goes on long enough, the feeling of 'my life would be easier and better without you' .. Yeah well I just might make that happen. I don't mind doing everything. For myself. But for you? Not so much.

I could have written this. I'm going to a Divorce for Women informational seminar next month to see what my options are and how to start the process. The thing that really pisses me off is that my DH is the most helpful person ever when other people are here. He'll clear and wash dishes, clean the kitchen, cook, whatever. He won't do any of that normally. He knows he doesn't pull his weight. He only does it when people are here so he doesn't look like an asshole. He's got everyone fooled into thinking he's a model partner. He's not. And it makes me look like the bad guy if I ever say anything or complain.

They live in very small house. I can see every1 by sitting at one place there. I often wakes up and sit for somewhile in bed and can clearly see her working in the kitchen and handling the daily chores. Unintentionally I have seen her cleavage many times. Though she is wearing full suit but it is obvious if you are working in kitchen where she has to stretch and pull or grab the things the casual clothes will fall a bit. But those curvy body gives me goosebumps and slowly my weak mind telling to see it more. Each glimp gives me the best view angle and posture of her to trigger my imaginations. Yesterday I couldn't resist and masturbated thinking about her. The temptations is so high that I fear of myself that I don't cross any lines. Each time i close my eyes I start imagining her full curves of her body, in detail. Even I feel erected while confessing this. I am scared and don't wanna fall in that again. But I terribly needed a sex but didn't get a chance with my wife these days.(2/2)

I have been WFH since the beginning of the pandemic. Kids were doing virtual school. Husband was going into the office. Today is the first day of school and my kids are back in person. I was so, SO looking forward to having the house to myself (i.e. quiet) for the first time in a year and a half. But DH decided to WFH today, which he never does, because he "didnn't want to deal with school traffic." His lazy ass doen't even leave the house until 9:30! So instead of enjoying the first day to myself in 18 months, I'm sitting here listening to whatever videos DH is watching, because he's not actually working, just dicking around. Or I'm listening to him in the kitchen or he's asking me where shit is. I actually WORK from home, asshole. I don't have time to do that. I could cry right now. I just want some time to myself