My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
I love my husband and almost everything about him. But you know, there are times when he drives me absolutely crazy.
For instance, today. I made lunch – a chicken and dumpling (dumpling as in the mixture of flour and milk, etc., not dumplings as in the noodles) soup. He said he would eat it when I showed it to him prior to cooking it. So I make it and put it on the table. I have to call him to the table maybe four times before he finally stops playing his game and comes over. He takes one look at it, pokes a carrot with the spoon and announces, “I’ll pass.”
Great. Nothing like setting an example for our children.
Then, while I’m eating lunch, Ryan starts fussing and carrying on in his bedroom. I know Dan hears him, but does he go to get him? No. After a few minutes I ask him if he hears Ryan. “Yeah, I hear him.” “Well, don’t you think it would be nice for me to be able to eat my lunch, rather than getting up and down for a million and one interruptions?” No answer. So I go and check on Ry and settle him back down for a nap. Then – and THIS IS WHAT I REALLY HATE – Dan comes after me, to make a show of helping out and doing something. GOD DO I HATE THAT. I hate, hate HATE when he gets off his ass to do something after I ask or rant at him about not doing so. It’s like shutting the barn door after the horse ran away. Seriously, what’s the point? It really aggravates the shit out of me.
Then Dan says, “Leave me alone. I just don’t want to be bothered today.” Fine. As soon as the snow stops I’m going to my mom’s with the kids. And when I make dinner tonight, I’m not going to make sure that it’s something he’ll approve of. I get sick and tired of cutting out so many potential meals because he doesn’t like this or that.
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