Life has been ultra stressful lately. We're builiding a house...or rather, if my hubby would stop micromanaging the process we'd be building a house. We need to dig the foundation before it rains again. Who care if the ceiling in the basement is flat or if we have to have ductwork drop down six inches near the back of the room. So picky he is. If I were that picky on my diet and exercise I'd be a petite model and olympic athlete by now! *smirk* What's hard is that my dad is our general contractor...so my hubby is putting me inbetween my two favorite men in the world. For a while, it made me want to eat and eat, but now, I think I'm so sick of it, that I'm sick to my stomach and I don't really feel like eating.

The other thing is that he didn't come to my first triathlon. When I registered for it back in April, the deal was he would come watch me cross the finish line. It was exciting. It was supposed to be a family celebration of me as the "mom" working on myself for a change. But, he said he was going to work on the land. Didn't even call me that morning to

Ended up going shopping in Rochester with his friend for housing materials for the other guy's house project. He didn't even work on the land!!!!! GRRRR!!!!! I'm so disappointed. There is no reason for him not coming to support me...except his own selfishness.

How do people intice family support without making it feel like a job or a task to them?