I am so furious with Chris right now that it's not even funny.
J did not nap today. We had to leave to early to go to his thing at school. When he doesn't nap, he goes to bed at 8. I had to run my mom home after we got home (she watched Kensie for us). I told Chris to get J going on his bedtime routine.
I got home and J was still up, in his regular clothes, and playing. I told him he needed to start getting ready for bed and Chris fucking undermined me, telling him he could play for a while. J is still up and it's 9:49. Chris and I just had a huge fight. It started with me being pissed that J was still up. J likes Daddy to put him to bed. I would think after being gone all day that Chris would want to put him to bed. Chris can only put him to bed after he has looked at all of his fucking GI Joe message boards. If I want J to go to bed earlier, it's suddenly based on my schedule. Not what's best for J. Chris apparently couldn't get J going earlier because he was feeding Kensie. Huh. Somehow I manage to feed her, feed him, get them down for naps, play, clean, do laundry, do the dishes. Etc, etc, etc.
I have worked so hard to get my kids on decent schedules and he fucks it all up all the time.
So, then the fight turned into how he has to do everything with the kids when he gets home from work (not), how I don't appreciate him, how he doesn't appreciate me, how I don't work anymore, blah, blah, blah. I'm just so angry. Chris has since stomped off upstairs. I called him a fucking loser before he left. I feel bad about that. I don't mean it. I'm just pissed. I do so fucking much around here and he has zero appreciation for that. He has NO clue what it's like to take care of the kids and the house all day long. None. Christ, if he did it, I can't even imagine what the house would look like and what kind of spastic schedule the kids would be on.
An example would be this: Kensie needs a nap. Chris wants to be on the computer. So, he holds Kensie. She naps in his arms for, like, 20 minutes. She is then a bear because she didn't get a decent nap.
I'm tired of him. I'm tired of his stupid GI Joe crap. I'm tired of us having zero relationship. We are headed for a total disaster.
This post probably makes no sense. It is just a rant. I'm still so mad. I am thinking of just dumping J upstairs and going out for a drive.
J did not nap today. We had to leave to early to go to his thing at school. When he doesn't nap, he goes to bed at 8. I had to run my mom home after we got home (she watched Kensie for us). I told Chris to get J going on his bedtime routine.
I got home and J was still up, in his regular clothes, and playing. I told him he needed to start getting ready for bed and Chris fucking undermined me, telling him he could play for a while. J is still up and it's 9:49. Chris and I just had a huge fight. It started with me being pissed that J was still up. J likes Daddy to put him to bed. I would think after being gone all day that Chris would want to put him to bed. Chris can only put him to bed after he has looked at all of his fucking GI Joe message boards. If I want J to go to bed earlier, it's suddenly based on my schedule. Not what's best for J. Chris apparently couldn't get J going earlier because he was feeding Kensie. Huh. Somehow I manage to feed her, feed him, get them down for naps, play, clean, do laundry, do the dishes. Etc, etc, etc.
I have worked so hard to get my kids on decent schedules and he fucks it all up all the time.
So, then the fight turned into how he has to do everything with the kids when he gets home from work (not), how I don't appreciate him, how he doesn't appreciate me, how I don't work anymore, blah, blah, blah. I'm just so angry. Chris has since stomped off upstairs. I called him a fucking loser before he left. I feel bad about that. I don't mean it. I'm just pissed. I do so fucking much around here and he has zero appreciation for that. He has NO clue what it's like to take care of the kids and the house all day long. None. Christ, if he did it, I can't even imagine what the house would look like and what kind of spastic schedule the kids would be on.
An example would be this: Kensie needs a nap. Chris wants to be on the computer. So, he holds Kensie. She naps in his arms for, like, 20 minutes. She is then a bear because she didn't get a decent nap.
I'm tired of him. I'm tired of his stupid GI Joe crap. I'm tired of us having zero relationship. We are headed for a total disaster.
This post probably makes no sense. It is just a rant. I'm still so mad. I am thinking of just dumping J upstairs and going out for a drive.
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