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Crap its raining...

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...this means that H will be bringing SS home from swimming a whole lot sooner than he would have planned.

Good thing dinner is done.

Tuna Noodle Casserole with extra onion and peas -- just the way SS likes it. }:) }:) }:)

Oh wait, he doesn't like Tuna Noodle, or onions, or peas.

Hmm.

My bad.

Sorry about blog hogging, but this kid drives me NUTS! You ladies are my sanity!!!

SS's hurt Fee' Fee's...

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H and I were talking and, true to form, SS comes up to interrupt. Well, I'm sick of it. So I looked at SS and said, "Excuse me, I was talking. Please wait your turn."

SS got all indignant and screamed, "I DIDN'T HEAR YOU TALKING!"

I said, "Then maybe it's time you open your ears and your eyes, because my lips were moving and sound was coming out of my mouth. If you bothered to pay ANY attention at all -- you should have known to not interrupt."

SS got all weepy and pissy and stomped off.

24 hours and counting...

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until SS goes back to the vagina that brought him into this world. I can't wait.

The kid is f*cking rude. He interrupts every conversation that H and I have. What pisses me off even more than that, is that H lets him.

On another note:

I think H may have realized that I changed the password on my laptop, because when I walked into the house after doing some errands for the day, he and SS looked at me like they were guilty and SS was trying to find a way to plug his iPod into his dads computer.

On another, another note:

H's denial has reached a whole new level

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So apparently, SS was messing around in the living room and the coffee that I left on the end table next to the sofa got knocked over and spilled all over some papers that I had laying there.

According to my H, if I hadn't left my coffee there then it wouldn't have gotten spilled and my papers wouldn't have gotten ruined.

Naturally, it's not SS's fault in any way.

It's alllllllll MY fault.

What a f*cking douchbag.

H using MY Mac to "fix" SS's iPod...

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So I walk in from the gym to find H using MY laptop and MY iTunes account to fix SS's iPod.

SS is an utter BRAT and I do NOT want to share ANYTHING with him AT ALL!!! I don't give a crap about his iPod.

After I got my laptop away from H (I sat across the table from him STARING at him - he was uncomfortable as I meant him to be) the first thing I did was change my password.

And so the weekend of SS being all important at the expense of LRP begins...

F*CK!!!!!

I should have stayed gone longer. 3 hours at the gym apparently wasn't enough.

T-minus 1 hour 'til a hound of hell invades my home...

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I've asked H about 6 times today about what time he is going to pick up SS and what time he will be home. I've finally nailed him down and he said that he would be home with SS between 5:00 - 5:30. Then he asks why it matters. I said, "I don't know, just wondering." Then he says, get this: "Why? Are you making dinner?"

Umm. "NO!"

That's laughable. I do NOT cook for SS. He snubs his nose at everything I cook for him - even if he really does like it. Why the f*ck would I cook for him? I haven't cooked for him in at least 8 months.

Days gone by...

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What happened to the days when BM would pull some crap to withhold the skids from their father? It used to be that she was always coming up with some crap to interfere with his parenting time. That hasn't happened in a while.

Man, I miss the good ol' days.

SS will be here in a few hours and I have been unable to find somewhere else to be.

And the anxiety builds...

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