Tuesday, 28 April 2009

  • Now that's not fair!

    Ok, time to be a whiner.

    The setup:

    Eric woke me up this morning at 7am, just like I'd asked, to see if I wanted to go with him to drop Aiden off at preschool and continue on our merry way to pay bills and go shopping (whereas the alternative would be him driving Aiden to preschool and then wasting gas to come back and get me). I finally chose to drag myself out of bed, getting ready within 10 minutes, chugging half a cup of coffee and following the boys out the door.

    So we dropped Aiden off, went and withdrew his unemployment money, paid off the dentist bill, paid mom some more money, and then headed on over to Wal-Mart (good ole WM...). Did our shopping, went to Lowe's to grab a couple things, and finally to Staples to get some ink (and I also grabbed some sticky notes for my pop-up dispenser).

    FF: Now we're waiting for Aiden in the preschool parking lot, just chitter-chattering. Finally go in and he's not there...? He was just finishing up his new therapy that started today. Physical therapy. Anyway, I met the therapist, she seems really nice. Aiden likes her, I can tell. :þ She told me about his first session and how smart he is.

    FF:We decided to drive around so Aiden would fall asleep in the van and be out by noon, thereby giving us both time to nap or do whatever. He fell asleep easily enough and when we got home, I carefully carried his sleepy little self into the bedroom and laid him down. He fidgeted a little, but he seemed tired enough that he would go back to sleep. I quietly slipped out of the room and stopped in the kitchen, where I put my finger to my lips so Eric would know to be quiet, as he was carrying our shopping items in.

    And then? He decided to push some stuff on the counter to test out the counter/stove guard we just bought at Lowes (it goes between the counter and the stove to prevent crumbs and whatnot from falling down in the crack). Well, I guess he is blind, because he toppled the box of spaghetti, which in turn toppled the giant glass jar, which fell in a big clattering bang on the kitchen floor (thankfully it didn't break). AND, instead of holding very very still so that no more noise would be made and MAYBE Aiden wouldn't wake up...he decides to continue what he is doing and is making even MORE noise. I turn and I hear Aiden talking now. Slowly I peek around the corner and there's his little head poking over the side of his bed, looking to see what all the commotion is. So I go back there to quiet him down, sing a few times, hoping desperately that he will go back to sleep.

    Did he go back to sleep?

    No.

    He is in his room right now, making all sorts of noise, and no matter how many times I go back there, he isn't going to sleep. It's already been a damn hour.

    Rewind: Eric decided he needed to go to the bathroom, and well, he's a man so even the simplest things on the toilet take for-f*cking-ever. No biggie. But then he goes outside to smoke. No biggie, yet again, as he does this all the time. So what exactly IS the biggie? The fact that he text messaged me and asked if it was ok if he take a damn nap. No, it's not f*cking ok if he takes a damn nap. He's the one that made all the damn racket and woke Aiden up after I WASTED GAS to get him to sleep and then CAREFULLY transferred him to bed. And he's asking me if he can take a damn nap?! NO DAMNIT!!! I texted him back saying: *sigh* well I think since ur the one that woke Aiden up u should be the one to make sure he goes back to sleep, but since I don't want to take a nap (yet) then I don't care.

    There's my mistake. I should've just told his bitch as NO and left it at that. No, you can't take a nap because you're the dumbass that woke Aiden up, and now I have to sit here for however the f*ck long it takes him to fall back asleep. Right, ok...yeah, I AM going to be awake but I don't want to have to go in there every 10 f*cking minutes trying to get him to go to sleep when it's YOUR fault he's staying awake. That's what happens when he gets these little f*cking power naps in and then we try to get him to go back to f*cking sleep. It just doesn't f*cking happen. But no, I had to be nice and let him take his damn nap. WTF EVER.

    I am so irritated right now. I guess you can't tell that already?

    Whatever.

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