Happy fucking Birthday to me
Yep it's only 8 am and J.R. has already pissed me off! The Bastard!!!!! 7:30 the baby wakes up basically wanting me to get her and hold her as she slept, can't do, she keeps me up, so I go wake my husband up for his turn with the baby. He gets with her alright but not before he throws a fucking fit!!! I get back up because I'm just so pissed I can't sleep, and send him back to the bedroom. In the proceese of writing this the baby woke up again, I put her on the floor to play, she does something that just scares the crap out of her cause she's sleepy, J.R. gets back up "trying" to help, I'm still pissed and tell him to go back to fuckin' bed since sleep is so important to him, he stomps back off to the room saying it's more important to me! I ask what he means, he says he falls asleep at the wheel on the way home everyday, and it's because every mourning I get him up to get up with MY daughter!!! I told what the fuck does he think happens to me?!?!?!?! I get the hell over it cause it's called BEING A FUCKING PARENT!!!! Besides I'm not the one bitch about sleep then staying out "thinking" intill midnight!!!!! Or staying up watching TV!!! If it wasn't for my daughter I would of left already today, but I'm not dragging her out of bed & all over the place because her father is a JACKASS!!!!! and doesn't know how to be a fuckin' adult!!!!