So I get home from work, and Dh has been home with the kids for about an hour. BS (2) was watching me pull in from the window, and when I openness the door, came running around his train table to see me. As he rounded the corner he slips on cat pee (ill explain this later) his feet swing out from under him, and he cracks his head on the corner of the train table. So bs begins screaming bloody murder, I run to him and pick him up. Dh, who is on the computer with his back to us, says what happened.....I didn't answer cause I was focusing on bs, and again says without turning around what happened. I tell him bs cracked his head on the corner of the train table cause he slipped on cat pee. (not sure if Dh even realized I was home until I spoke).

Dh gets up and starts to come over, and starts to ask bs if he ok....atleast I assume that what he's going to say because half way through he looks back at the computer screen and sees that his ship in th game got blown up. Well he loses it. Screaming, slamming thing, swearing, basically acting like an asshole child.

I ignore his tirade and focus on making sure bs is ok, as he is still screaming his head off. Which is not like him, he's usually a super tough kid. So I'm worrying concussion or skull fracture (unlikely I know, but I was in mommy mode), and trying to comfort him while Dh is carrying on which is just adding more stress and agitation to the situation.

Now to explain the cat pee before I finish the story. We took in a stray kitten a few months ago, and had to wait for her to get bigger to get her slayer. Well, I think she is coming into her first heat, and a few days ago began peeing on the floor. BUT it could also be from the fact that SD hasn't been cleaning the cat boxes like she is supposed to. Dh gave her that as her chore to get an allowance when I got pregnant (heaven forbid he does it himself).... And she did fine with it for a few months until Dec when due to her attitude, the allowance was taken away. So now she does a piss poor job and we've had several issues with the cats peeing on the floor because the boxes were dirty. So I don't know if this is her marking because she's going into heat or a habit now because of the dirty boxes. Dh refuses to get on her about it, and my hands are pretty tied because I am pregnant and cant be.cleaning the cat boxes.

So back to last night. I am now sitting down with bs holding an ice pack on his head, he's still crying. Dh looks over and goes Jesus bs!, like he was mad that he was still crying. He storms off the the bathroom and screams at me....so now can we get rid of the T-ing cat?...... Well, did you call to find out about slaying her? (we had discussed it the day before and he said he would call his friends that works at the shelter to see if there were any programs to get her spayed cheaply)....... When in between my 50 f-ing calls at work today!! (screaming)...... Well, you said yesterday that you'd call Joe on your lunch break (very calmly)..... He storms off to the bathroom slamming the door and still carrying on about the stupid game. (baby is still crying by the way)

SD, having to always be in the middle.of everything, then knocks on the br door to ask Dh to pass her a tissue (nevermind there are three other places in the house to get I tissue) and Dh flips again "dont you kids get that I am upset!" Not sure why he yelled at both of them, when itwas only SD that bothered him.

After everyone calmed down we talked about it. At first he appologized, but very casually. So I explain how I think its messed up that he's only concerned about the stupid game as his son is screaming in pain and for all we knew he had a head injury. That I don't understand how that game could be that important to him. And that I don't appreciate him yelling at me about the cat, because he was the one who said he'd call about it. He doesn't agree with my assessment of what occurred and said that if I'm not happy here I can always leave, a.d of I'm just going to be mad at him, he might as well just go to bed. He played his game for about and hour and went to bed at 715 last night.

When I woke up this morning he was watching tv in the living room. Didn't get up as I got up, got the kids ready for school.... Told him happy valentines day, and I left for work.