I work really hard...

Just need to put that out there before my LONG rant...

I'm a first time mom to a great almost 2 year old boy...Been married for almost 3 1/2 years...Just celebrated 1 year in my new home...Lots of new stuff over the past few years...

I juggle a lot...Just like every mother on the planet...I don't think I'm doing anything special...

I'm a planner. I HATE...and will damn near FIGHT you if somebody throws some last minute unplanned, could have been avoided crap on me. I do it and adjust, but you will hear "it" from me...

So...Ever since DH has had consistent visitation with SD, I've been consistently having him parent. I've never done it. She's not my child, so I've never involved myself with feeding, bathing, dressing, nothing...I was for damn sure not going to be that woman that's run ragged dealing with my husband's kids while he's sitting in front of the TV, sleeping in, or hanging out with his friends...

So I established early what I wasn't going to do...The only thing is that I had to live out what exactly that meant...

So when SD started coming over, DH never prepared for her visits...Like there were never any child friendly foods or activities at our house. I set back to see what he'd do, and learned quickly that he did nothing...If there was no milk in the frige for her to have cereal in the morning, what did he do? Take her to McDonalds...in her pajamas...(smh). Stuff like that...So one day I told him that he couldn't just take her to McDonalds because of his lack of planning...When he knows his damn kid was coming over, PREPARE FOR IT! So we had a blow up...He got pissed off, and told me he worked every day and couldn't remember that...(smh). I told him that people do it EVERY DAMN DAY, so what makes him different...?

So he learned...as I was riding him hard, and he KNEW I wasn't fooling around with him...After getting past just doing it because he didn't want to hear my mouth, he finally understood the importance of what I was saying...(I guess...)

So fast forward @ 3 years later...DS comes into the picture...My mind is solely wrapped around him, so I reiterate to DH that he'd better stay on top of taking care of his child as I'd notice he'd be slipping on a lot of stuff (as if you can take vacations on parenting..smh) So DS was really young...like maybe 6 months, and he had some constipation issues...So his pedi told me to give him a little apple juice to help him...Ok...So because he was exclusively breastfed, and was just starting baby food (that I was MAKING not buying, by the way)I found some really good (yet expensive) organic apple juice (small bottle was like almost 6 dang dollars). He got one bottle of that a night...Fine...Things got better for him...

The planner that I am had it mapped out as far as how much I could get out of each bottle of juice, and when I'd need to get more...Something I didn't want to have to randomly run out and get...

So one night I go to make DS's bottle from the last little bit in the container and I'll be damned if it's not gone...I ask DH where was DS's juice, and he tells me, "Oh...SD wanted some juice so I gave the last little bit to her...I'll go and get him some more tomorrow..." OH the hell...So I tell him that no...you wont...I need it NOW...So he gets pissed because he has to go out...But no...You can't go out...it's pointless as Whole Foods is CLOSED! So I explain to him AGAIN that if he needs chit for his daughter get it...DO NOT TOUCH ANYTHING THAT I'VE HAD TO BUY FOR MYSELF OR DS!

We argue over that because he believes that anything that we buy in the house should be open for anybody to eat...I tell him that I'm sorry he feels that way, but that doesn't fly considering I have to be the one making sure we don't run out of anything...So while you're sitting on your azz, I'm going to take care of myself and my son...Touch something else and see don't I cut your azz...

So that's been the tone...

So yesterday the 'ish hits the fan...DH went to pick SD up from school Friday and calls me...He's says he's going to the store, and asks if I need anything...I tell him no, but to make sure he gets SD everything she needs for the weekend...milk...cereal...snacks...drinks...whatever...(DH and I don't drink milk often and DS drinks a special milk, so we don't keep it in the house). He says okay...

So why did I come home yesterday with DS, and ALL of his orgainc apple juice is GONE...Like a 1/2 of bottle when I left...He said SD wanted some apple juice...AND??? SOO??? Why didn't you buy her some? He forgot. Really...You're standing in front of me AS AN ADULT with the reason and excuse of "I forgot"? Give me your manhood and your balls, because apparently you wont be needing them today...

We have the argument AGAIN...I'm floored...and pissed...So now I have to make a special trip to Whole Foods to get this dang apple juice along with going everywhere else I need to go...

And MIL was at the house, so she heard our argument, and I really don't care...I figure between the both of their loopy azzes they can put their brains together to make 1/2 of the brain I have and organize and be effective at planning the visit of somebody that we only see SIX DAMN DAYS A MONTH!!!! *stomping my foot with every syllable*

I know it seems trivial, but I swear it feels like what I have to do to keep the house running is totally trivial to him AND disrespected as if it's no big deal...

rant...over...