Control

I'm supposed to be working, and I am working - just taking a break. Really, I'm multi-tasking, which I heard yesterday on the Today show was a bad thing to do. Can't believe it. I do it all the time. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'd go crazy if I didn't multi-task. How else can you deal with all that stuff going on in your brain?
Anyway.
I'm posting to rant about my husband - lets call him Career Man. He and I had a huge fight last night because this coming Saturday I want to do some biological surveys at the place where he works. In fact I already called an acquaintance to ask them to come along. Since I have to have Career Man's permission and presence to go out there (just found this out last night), this poses a problem for us. I don't work well with him, and vice versa. We both have really strong personalities and are control freaks (me, an admitted one - Career Man, not so much). I can't bear the thought of having him arrange my schedule, because he hates to plan in advance - almost gets sick doing it I think. Career Man would rather wait til Saturday morning to decide whether we'll be working in the field on Saturday night. I am a fanatical planner and must schedule pretty much everything I do as far in advance as possible. Why wait til the last minute when you have the information and tools you need at hand? Career Man won't let me go out on his work site without him because he's afraid he'll lose his job otherwise. His proposal was that he should plan the timing of my survey, according to his schedule and priorities. This is a man who works 10 hour days on a regular basis because he loves what he is doing in his job. The odds of getting him out there on a Saturday are slim cause he is worn out by the weekend. Rather than playing by his rules, I told him I'd rather just not work out there. Since he had gotten me started crying, he labelled me as childish and the argument ended (i.e. we stopped talking).
So we didn't speak to each other for most of the night last night and went to bed angry (mortal sin, I've been told). This isn't the first time I've been to bed angry. Interestingly enough, I'm the one who chooses to sleep on the couch when we're mad at each other. In movies, its always the man, but not in our house.
Maybe I am being childish. I am tremendously stubborn, though, and don't really feel like talking to him when he comes home from work. I guess avoiding your husband is a bad thing, right?
Back to work. I work well when I'm angry.