So the kids have been giving me fits here lately...arguing, talking back, not doing what they're told, etc. And I told my friend Nita that I'd bet money that when hubby finally got tired of it, it'd be MY fault. Sure enough...he had a spinout last night and I had to ensure over half an hour of "they take their lead from you" "there only doing what you've shown them" "if you'd clean the fucking house they'd probably pick their shit up". Oh, and my absolute favorite, "maybe if you spent more time with them and less time smoking, they'd take you seriously." WTF, Chuck!?! All of this from the man who spends more time at work than at home, who takes everybody here for granted while standing up on his pedestal looking down on us mere mortals in disdain. He talks about how they take their lead from me....really!?!?! Last time I checked I want the one kicking off my shoes and leaving them where they landed for someone else to pick up. I'm not the one leaving snotty tissues laying where they land, or blowing my nose on dish towels then tossing them back onto the kitchen counter. I've also NEVER blown my noise on the bath towel then hung it back up for my spouse to use. Yeah....there taking my lead alright.
Oh, and to top it off, its my fault they ask for stuff. My fault they don't appreciate what they have and its my fault they disrespect me. Couldn't possibly have anything to do with them hearing him call me names or telling them he doesn't give a fuck what I told them. Noooooooo...it's always MY fault. I'm always wrong and he's always right. If somethings wrong its my fault. If one off the kids doesn't listen its cuz they have MY genes. What-fucking-ever. I'm just waiting....he'll say it again...his favorite line..."if you're so fucking miserable then hit the bricks"and when he does I'm packing HIS shit and he can hit the bricks. I'm so sick of his pointing fingers and laying blame while completely ignoring his own culpability in anything.
In the nice, quiet, happy side of my life I've gotten one strip of hexagons done and I'm getting ready to start strip two. Em has a tourney this weekend and boy has a game on Sunday. His team has won two in a row so I'm hopeful for a good showing. Unfortunately the spouse will be taking saturday off which means, I'm sure, that I will get to hear more about my shortcomings and deficiencies. Goody. He'd shit a twinkie if I actually packed my shit and left. He thinks its easy, it was when they were babies....they aren't babies any more...sports, activities, friend, school and all the other stuff that makes them kids and he's got no fucking clue
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