Just this past weekend it was another glorious skid weekend.  Thurs DH and I went out to eat last minute because he was "in another mood" of his again.  In the parking lot there was a desk that someone had abandoned.  DH decided that he was going to fix it up and give it to his grandmother as a gift because she had been looking for a new desk.

He picks up skid on Friday and they take the desk apart and start painting/spray painting etc with DH taking about a million pictures to post on FB to brag about "what a good painter ss is" etc *VOMIT*

I'm not sure why, maybe it's because I don't have kids, but I"m sick of DH being on this latest kick of taking pictures of SS doing the most mundane, boring, stupid crap.  Let's go to a movie! ($60 later...) Lets take a picture of SS sitting in the movie theater! Now a picture of him eating pop-corn! Picture of SS taking standing on the beach! Same picture but this time SS is taking a drink! SS standing in front of the door giving a "peace sign"...c'mon Facebook everybody stroke my ego and tell me what  a great dad I am!! ....WTF.......nobody cares....yeah I'm crabby leave me alone dammit.

The desk takes all of Saturday to do, mainly because DH is a freaking perfectionist to a T and kept taking it apart, putting it back together, re-painting, nit-picking, spending more money on more paint because there was a scratch...my god I was ready to drink.  He scratched the heck out of our entryway forcing the desk in and out of the house and ramming the walls with the metal legs when he couldn't make the turn...now our entry looks like crap.

We had gone grocery shopping on our last non-skid weekend in July.  DH "thought" he was buying food for the upcoming camping trip from hell....despite me telling him we needed regular groceries for upcoming heavy visitation.  We ended up going through most of it already and the trip is this weekend.  Saturday DH is trying to figure out lunch (I made pancakes around 9 because DH was so busy with the stupid desk he didn't feed SS, and he didn't have milk for cereal) so when Lunch rolled around DH starts going through the cabinets.  He can't find anything.  He starts asking where the second pack of lunch meat went.  Oh, sorry DH, you froze yours for the camping trip...did you mean MY lunch meat for my lunches at work?? Sorry DH...thanks to me having to pay the increase in our Escrow to the tune of +$330, and the monthly $115 of your portion of utilities that you haven't paid me for yet...that is MY lunch meat and you are not touching it.  I didn't say it that way, but I did tell him sorry DH that's for my lunches for work and I don't have $ for more until you pay me so figure something else out.  I have less than $55 in my account for anything until this Friday.  And I need gas.  He got mad and went and bought SS McDonalds.  He stayed in SS room the rest of the night with SS.

Sunday morning it's 730, SS stayed up all night even though DH told him to go to bed at 11 so he was still sleeping.   DH leaves.  Just drives off, no word nothing.  I"m a little baffled...SS is here....WTF.  He comes back WITH MIL!! Guess she was "having a bad day" and wanted to come over.  Thanks for the heads-up DH.  MIL immediately goes to help herself to coffee.  I tell DH "a little heads-up would've been nice".  He waits until MIL gets back in the room (what, do you need mommy for back up??) and lays into me about "how rude" I was the night before for saying "figure something out" regarding lunch that's why he ignored me all night.  I started laughing (it was too early for this crap) because I had no idea he was "ignoring me", he usually ignores me to spend time with SS regardless so I didn't see it as a punishment.  I told him to lighten up, that my mom used to say "figure something out" when we were hungry and there was food, but not an organized plan for said food.  "figure something out" as in "find something else".  I didn't realize that was being "insensitive", it wasn't meant as such.  

MIL changes the subject to SS bike. Bike? What Bike?  DH found a men's bike that had been hit by a car and abandoned in our driveway.  He reported it to the police, and nobody reported it missing so he decided to bring it to a bike shop and fix it for $40.  I already have a bike.  SS had TWO bikes for the three years we lived in the apartments...and never showed any interest in them or rode them.  DH ended up leaving them at the apartment (I wasn't there the final day of packing due to work).  SO DH had taken it upon himself to buy SS a bike.  He found one online for $15, and left around 3p.m. (remember, drop off is 5p.m.) to drive and get it.  It is now 6p.m. and he is not back.  He gets back at about 630 mad as heck with a brand new $80 bike in the back of his vehicle.  Long story short, they drove all the way out to the location to try out the bike online and discovered that the seller posted the wrong size, the bike was 2 inches shorter than stated.  SO dh got mad and drove to two thrift-stores to try and find SS a bike.  They didn't have any.  Then he got mad and drove to Target and bought SS a brand new bike.  He claims MIL pitched in $20.  No she didn't, MIL never has money and lives off the state and family handouts, this was a lie to try to "appease me".  So SS now has a bike, great right? NO! DH was pissed off because the bike was RED and SS wanted a BLUE bike.  He said all his son wanted was a blue bike and he was a crappy father because he never gets him anything blue and whine.whine.whine. OMG. ITS a BRAND NEW BIKE that SS will probably NEVER USE and you are worried about the COLOR.  BTW DH...WHERES MY $ for the DAMN UTILITIES?!?!?   Did I mention that DH is driving around with expired tabs on his vehicle...but good for SS we just had to get that bike.

I am starting to think that Disney Dad is a sickness...a horrible incurable sickness and it is only going to get worse.  Oh, and MIL was nice enough to text me while I was at work today, about a page long rant, basically telling me to "not be so hard" on DH because he had a crappy childhood and that's why he is a perfectionist.  SMH.  I give up.  Visitation Last weekend, thanks to the damn camping trip we have regular visitation Thurs then we have SS Fri-Sun again. Then Monday.  8 days of SS in not even 2 weeks.  Wonder if the campground is going on the credit card DH? I'm not paying for it.  Maybe I can block MIL number.