LOL while there are some facts loitered in your post; not surprisingly, many important details were left out. Certainly, this blog is framed from your perspective; however, I am in complete agreement that last night’s dinner was a monumental failure [all parties]. No need for me to clarify what is “missing” from your post; I’m confident your 3-5 orgasms earlier fixed everything.
It is 6:45 am on a Saturday and I’ve been up for almost an hour. I have homework to do and if I want to do anything for myself, I have to do before my wife/mother shift begins.
We had a terrible evening last night and I’m still stinging from it. First, I was supposed to have most of the day off yesterday, instead I ended up working for 3/4 of the day. No big deal, I got home in time to get the “squaring away” done so we could leave for Green Lantern (a pizza place 1 hour away) immediately upon Jason’s arrival from work. I had to skip my workout but, again, no big deal, I wasn’t going to let it ruin my evening with my favorite boys. So, I take a shower, get ready, change clothes at least 3 times because I’m fat right now and my clothes don’t look right. I put on my makeup and do my hair carefully because I want to look nice for our “special evening”. Finally, Jason is home, he never comments on the condition of the house (which is “squared away”) instead he tells me my latest outfit isn’t right and begins to complain about Jack and the kittens in the garage. Still not going to let it bother me….Jack and Jason disagree about what movie we should see- Jack wants to see “9” and Jason wants to see “Surrogates”. Jason wins which makes Jack complain. Nobody asks me what I want to see.
So, we’re in the car on the way south to Green Lantern, it is approximately 6:30 and it seems everybody else in Genesee/Oakland county is heading the same direction as we. Traffic is heavy and slow and Jason is, of course, grouchy and beeping at everyone whom he believes is not driving properly.
Jason had instructed me to bring a pencil and paper in the car so we could plan our weekend events. So, I get out the pencil and paper and he begins with- up at 8:30 and working out by 9. I counter with, I’m not sure I want to be tied to a “get-up” time on a Saturday, can’t we just go to the gym whenever we get up? He sighs heavily and says, “Then, you’ll sleep in ‘til 9 and put the whole day behind, you know what it’ll be like…” I’m thinking- Yeah, sleeping in ‘til 9 on a Saturday after a week of work (and getting up between 5:30-6:30 am everyday) is a fucking TRAVESTY! Then, he looks at me with disgust and says, “You seem to think that weekends are for sleeping and laying around.” Ok, deals off, the mf-er just did it. I visualized putting the nubby pencil I was holding straight through his head. Asshole, weekends ARE for relaxing, not just f-ing cleaning and projects. Not to mention, since the asshole is done with school, he never seems to remember that I need to do homework too! “Just do it at work, when Sherry isn’t looking” is his contribution to my homework situation.
I WORK ALL WEEK, IN ADDITION TO MAINTAINING A HOME, RAISING A SON AND TAKING CARE OF 4 CATS! If I want to sleep in ‘til 9 or take a nap on a Sat/Sun afternoon I sure as hell am entitled to!
There aren’t enough bad words I can think of to slam him right now. Decrepit bowl of dog urine kinda sums it up (thanks, Tamerlane Phillips).
So, back to the story, we get to Green Lantern and it is packed, line out the door. He says he knows of another great place, we drive south another 15 minutes only to discover that this place is packed too. Now he’s pissed and swearing and Jack is complaining too and they’re both mad at me because I’m not talking. We end up at a Mexican place very similar, in Jason estimation, to the Mexican place by us- 15 minutes from our house. My appetite long gone, I skip dinner choosing to stay in the car and get a little sleep since I have such a busy weekend ahead of me.
Of course, I’m the bitch in the situation. Now, I’m up extra-early on a Saturday morning so I can do a few of MY things before I have to act the role of caring wife and mother. Fuckers….this is why women hate husbands and resent children.
