Shut-up and deal with it

I do not normally get angry about things; although, I must admit that THIS really DID bother me:

Hubby woke the other day, complaining that his nose and throat felt "off" and he ventured *outside* to look for his (old) humidifier. Now, when I say OUTSIDE, I - for once am NOT talking about our bonus room where we store a bunch of our junk... I literally mean OUT SIDE... like laying on the lower patio since June!

He brought it inside and started looking at it. He dumped the leaves out of it. He pulled the dust and mold-filled filter out, looked at it and forced it back inside. A pinkish mold residue coated the inside water compartment. It looked ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING!! He ventured to the cabinet with the cookie sheets and removed my jelly roll pan.

In complete and utter awe, I said "You're not actually thinking about using THAT?!? Are you?"

"Yes, I am going to use it! Shut-up and deal with it!" He proceeded to tell me something about his nose and throat couldn't take it anymore, but honestly, I had stopped listening to him when he snapped that I should shut-up and deal with it.

Deal with it! (The words echoed through my mind.) He filled it with water and turned it on. I was appalled. I later shook my head when I saw him wipe a little bit of surface dirt off of it with a paper towel; it was hardly worth his while to wipe it at all, leaving most of the dirt still on it.

Later, I informed him that I was PISSED - specifically AT HIM. He seemed puzzled. I explained that it (the humidifier) is COMPLETELY and UTTERLY DISGUSTING and should NOT be plugged in for us to breathe. I mentioned that I liked watching him pull out the rotten looking filter and putting it back, pretending NOT to notice how incredibly gross it REALLY was.

"You could have at least CLEANED IT!" I suggested.

"YOU could have cleaned it, too!" he contradicted.

"I'm not the one who left it OUTSIDE. All. Summer. Long!"

I do tend to CLEAN when I get angry. And OH, was I angry! But I REFUSED to clean it... or even touch it! He later moved it from our kitchen... into our bedroom. Shiver!

After we had eaten our makeshift Thanksgiving dinner and the kids were napping, I ventured to the grocery store; I wanted to stock up on food so that I didn't have to leave the house for the next few days.

I almost bought a new humidifier (for him) that afternoon. Although, I did NOT... because I know that a month or so ago, hubby had mentioned that he had an eye on one at work - and OBVIOUSLY hasn't gotten around to buying.

I also have not slept in our bedroom since. I tried that first night, but the sound of it bothered me - much like the sound of an overly-loud air conditioner unit - so, I went to sleep in the office spare bed instead. Plus, I couldn't help, but to think about all of the CRUD blowing into the air in our bedroom. (And wasn't enjoying the extra breeze in the room either.)

I've been sleeping well in the spare bedroom, but I'm REALLY starting to miss my husband. (Maybe one of these days, he will get the hint - by me turning it OFF whenever he leaves the room or by me sleeping in the other room... and will bring home that new one that he's been wanting. I'd really LOVE to join him back in our bed again.)

And if he'd like me to wrap the empty box to put under our Christmas tree as a gift for him, I would be OK with that.... really, I would!

In the meantime, I'll hold off on my holiday peanut butter ball baking... until I can have my extra jellyroll pan back again.

Sigh. It's off my chest now; feel better!

NOTE: For the record... it is not usual for him to speak to me in this (rude) manner and I am almost never angry AT him; I love him dearly.

11.27.11 - This gross thing sat OUTSIDE since June
and hubby wants to use it NOW?!?!

11.27.11 - There is STUFF in the filter even... REALLY?
You don't think you should CLEAN IT first? EEEEeeeeW!

12.2.11 - NO WAY... you think it SMELLS GROSS in our
bedroom? There is DIRT in it.. and an entire leaf... and
WHO KNOWS what else? THANK YOU for FINALLY realizing
how gross this is and taking it OUT of our bedroom.
Now, if only you would take it back outside, too...