Lately FDH has had a bit of an attitude problem with me. He's normally very sweet to me and we get along fantastically well, so I don't know what is going on with him.

The other day, I went into the bathroom to pee. Silly me, I thought maybe I didn't have to check to make sure that his 12.5 and 9 year old children bothered to NOT pee all over the toilet seat. I had the pleasure of sitting down on a toilet seat covered in someone else's urine. Fucking disgusting. Both skids have been told a hundred times to lift the seat before they pee. I have marched the little fuckers in there with cleaner and made them clean the damned thing off more times than I can count. I remind them to lift the seat when I see them headed towards the bathroom. FDH has reamed their asses about it. Nothing seems to work. I vented my frustrations about it to FDH and he, in a quite exasperated and annoyed tone, told me to chill out. Sorry dude - I WILL NOT chill out. It ain't fucking rocket science - it takes a nanosecond to lift the seat. If your children are incapable of remembering something so simple at their ages, they are fucking doomed in life.

Yesterday we were cuddling in bed watching some TV after a trip with the skids to the beach. FDH has a business trip coming up next week that'll have him gone for two nights. We've lived together for almost two years and have not spent a night apart. I mentioned that it would be weird next week, to have the house to myself for such an extended period. In a super annoyed and exasperated tone, he said "Oh my GAWD! It's only two damned nights!" like I've been harping on him about it or something. It's seriously like the second time I've mentioned the trip in a month, other than to remind him to make sure dummy (aka BM) has her ducks in a row to take the skids, because I have work and school and will be gone for over 12 hours both of those days.

WTFever dude. I thought I would miss you but fuck it. I'll be glad to have you and your spawn gone, to not have to look at the messes you all create (because I certainly do not clean up after them - if they want to live like pigs that's on them), to not hear skids whining about being bored or wanting expensive toys.

I didn't talk much to him the rest of the night or this morning, didn't snuggle up to go to sleep, and he most certainly did not get his nightly BJ. I am PMSing bad and he unleashed the beast, and I think he knows it. He's already at work but called me to tell me he loves me and he'll clean the house when he gets home from work since I'll be at school and it's BM's night with the skids.

I don't know what the deal with the tude is but he'd better get it in check, quickly. I have too much going on in my life to deal with a teenaged like attitude about things from a MAN. Sheesh.