I Hate it When the Man Decides to Quit Smoking...

So yea, the husband and I smoke, often. Every once in a while he gets a wild hair up his rectum to quit. So when Dylan and I are in the house, and he has a few days off in a row, he goes cold turkey. Not only do I have to do everything in the house, and take care of him, he is extremely cranky. He wants attention, but I am busy. If something needs to be done, guess who has to go do it. He lays in bed all day and grumbles and bitches.

We have a whole months worth of Chantix, which is a stop smoking medication. Does he take it? Nope. I think he likes to torture himself. I dunno. This rant is over.