Today was not a fun day. Since the fridge was in the back of my truck, I had to take hubby's car this morning. I hate driving it. Something about the set up gives me vertigo attacks. So, I was a bit dizzy in church. After church, I headed out to the farm. KN fed this morning, but didn't put out the hay cuz they still had hay in the feeder. I hate it when she does that. She did the same thing yesterday, so I called CL and she put the hay out. I can't always get out there as early as I want on the weekends, and if she doesn't put out the hay, they might run out. That's not a good thing in the winter. So after feeding Stormy, I got the hay out. I also cleaned most of the field. Since it was so windy yesterday and then got down to 18* last night, the manure was a bit freeze dried, so it wasn't as heavy. So, I filled the cart more than I normally would, then took it down and dumped it. Came back up, took care of the chickens and left.
Got home to find the fridge STILL in the back of my pickup, and hubby was drunk.

And, he was acting and talking stupid. He was saying that he was going to unload the fridge by himself. Our DS and a friend of his were on their way to help him. I told him that, but he still didn't want to wait. I tell him if he tries to move it by himself, he could hurt both himself and the fridge. I think the only reason he didn't do it was because he had to take the front door off, and didn't have it off by the time they got there. I did the smart thing. I went down in the basement. There was no fire, so I got one going, then since it's clean enough down there for me to sit in my chair, I read part of a book.
They get the fridge in, and hubby starts yelling for me. He can't find the pins to put the door back on. I told him I didn't have them, and had no idea what he did w/them. Our DS had one, I found one, and they found the other one, so the door got put back on.
I was finally able to get the clothes down and the goats fed. But, I didn't feel like doing the wood, so I decided to just bring some in for the night. Only problem being, my truck was parked in front of the house in such a way that getting in w/a load of wood would be difficult. Plus, it didn't have the tail gate on. I was able to get the tail gate on and move my truck. I also noticed that the trunk of hubby's car was opened. I get the wood all in, and try to talk to hubby about his trunk. He doesn't remember opening it and assumes that I was driving around w/it opened-I know I wasn't. I try telling him that I didn't open it, and that he must have. He starts yelling at me that he didn't touch the car all day and I must have done something. I hadn't been going to go to church tonight. I was tired and just wanted to relax. But I decided real quick that I needed to get out, and that church was probably a good place to go, so I went. By the time I got home, he was asleep.
Now I'm relaxing. I'm looking at all the work I have to do over the next few days and feel like screaming. He made a mess cooking today, so I'm going to have to clean it up cuz he won't. I have to get the rest of the stuff out of the fridge. I'll get the stuff out that I know is good, and he can do the rest himself. But, I went from having a house that was pretty clean to once again having one that's a bit of a mess. I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'm telling him more and more when things he does bothers me, but I don't know if he listens or not.