Today, you could have called me Alexander. If it could go wrong, I think it did.
It was actually more of a bleed-over from yesterday, to be honest... it's just be a rocky couple of days.
Yesterday (Wednesday), I had my "work" for the evening - doing the Delvin Farms CSA pick-up. I also had a T-ball game at 5:30. J was going to the CSA with me, since we had to leave early for the game. I never pick C up on Wednesdays (well, since I started with the CSA), and D's parents JUMPED at the chance to do so... said they had NO problem doing that every week. (I know, who's really flippin' shocked?) Well, so it's Wednesday. . . I confirm that, even though I'm leaving early, I am doing the first half of the pick-up and the other girl will do the last half. I share this information with D. He has no problem with it, as we both consider it to be work, especially since I am technically paid... with at least one 1/2 bushel of organic, farm-fresh local veggies. (I get whatever hasn't been picked up at the end of the evening in addition to my own share.) He calls me at 2:00, while I'm waiting in the line to pick J up from kindergarten... his parents didn't leave KY until after noon, which means they will not be back in town until after 3:00... what time do I have to be on the other side of town to do the CSA? (3:00, of course) No problem, he'll go get C at 3:00, then go back to work, then back past the school to go home to change, then back past school and work to meet me at the ball park. All on a very little amount of fuel, since he only drives the truck to and from work 99% of the time, we never fill it all the way up, timing it to get more gas every Friday. I feel very frustrated, since this is taking D away from his PAYING job, which happens to be the only consistent financial income in our home. (My financial income is in spurts still.) And it frustrated him, as his parents dropped the ball on a responsibility they agreed to. . . without sharing with us ahead of time so we could make better arrangements. I, however, took all of the guilt for his frustrations personally, and believed it all be my fault.
After the game, we came home, and rushed to feed the boys and get them in bed. . . D and I stayed up messing around on facebook like the junkies we are.
Today, we get up... and it starts going downhill from there. D woke up in a foul, grumpy mood. I woke up pissy and unfit for pleasant conversation (that's the norm for me, however). I am NOT a morning person. I get on facebook and see that J's teacher would like for me to come work with a few of the students for an hour or so this morning... I'm helping them learn to write their names, currently. I go to fix the boys their breakfasts while they're getting dressed. I know it's going to be a challenging morning because the boys were already bickering and they had only been up for five minutes. It got worse. I fixed C oatmeal - he's always asking for oatmeal, always saying how he wants is, but I never have time to fix it... well, I did this morning... so, of course, he throws a fit about having to eat it. Calls D in there, hoping to get out of it. D refuses to let him eat something else, so there are tears, and screaming, and a full-blown temper tantrum. (Keep in mind, C is 11.) We were running early, which is unheard of for us. The kids were dropped off at school at 7:59 (and something like 45 seconds, to tell the truth). D and I go back home, so I can clean up and go back to the school to volunteer my time. We start picking up the living room, and I leave to go work. Fast forward a little bit... it's time to bring home the boys. They are fighting in the car. We get home. J refuses to listen, C keeps pestering J. I stay outside just to keep from exploding. I've already had an emotional 24 hours. (more on that coming in a bit) C finally does his homework... comes and asks D if he may go to the car and get a book of his, D says yes... I tell him he needs to read a book for school first, just so all the homework is done. He is in the room when I say it. D is in the room when I say it. What does he do? He FLIPPIN' GOES OUTSIDE!! I kinda lost it... I think I kept it inside mostly, but I was fuming. D's response to the blatant disobedience and disrespect? "C, you were told to wait to get that." That's it. Nothing else. So guess who never read a book for school tonight? grrrr
D is currently out at a sports bar drinking his favorite beer on tap (yay for Land Shark on tap!) and watching the Titans' game. It is his week to get Thursday out, so it's cool. Irritating, but cool.
Now, for what really has me pissed off....
I went to my sister's Sunday for my niece's birthday party. She turned 13. Monday, J and I went to my parents' house for lunch. WEDNESDAY, I find out (on FACEBOOK, no less!) that she is engaged. ENGAGED!! What's more, I find out after asking a few questions, is that she has been engaged since SATURDAY - and Mom knew. Just no one bothered to tell me. Really? Seriously? WTF? I realize that she and I aren't close. I get that. But, really? Let your own sister find out on Facebook? Wow. Whole new level. And that emotional kick in the gut didn't let me handle today as well as I could, I know.
Okay, I'm done ranting. I'm going to finish watching the Titans-Steelers game. May even eat some ice cream. . . it's horribly nasty looking, with all kinds of sugary goodness in it... nothing much better for boosting morale than super sugary ice cream and football.... ;-)
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