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Since my husband doesn't want to hear about any problems or concerns because he has decided that that means he has to solve them...
The 9 year-old woke me up around 6 am to tell me he loved me, he knows I love him, but since I won't buy him a dirt bike, he's going to find new parents. I think he's joking and go back to sleep. A few min. later I wake up afraid he's done it, franticly get dressed, and spend 45 min. looking for him all over the neighborhood. He comes home after that saying his friend's parents were sleeping.
His 6 year-old brother thinks this is so funny, so not long after that he disappears. Him I worry about because he is more kid-nappable and doesn't have the life skills his brother does. I'm really worried and calling him all over. He finally comes out of his brother's room where he was hiding under a blanket. Giggling. All this before 8 am.
Said 9 year-old pretends to sleep during $100 vision therapy and I have to take him home.
Babysitters' 38 year-old son offers his opinion on my landscaping and lack of weeding in my front garden. "You could take out this whole section (my English roses!!) it would totally change the look of your house. You spent all this time and money painting your living room and look, there's unfolded laundry on the sofa and the front gardens look like a jungle The house looks abandoned!"
Insulting my gardening, cleaning, or cooking skills is like insulting my… well...womanhood. Really that bad.
This is like telling guys their package looks so small in that swim suit and that everyone on the beach is snickering. I am really sensitive to this criticism. One of my in-laws is a jerk to us and her house is immaculate. They come over and sneer no matter how nice the house is and their kids make rude comments. We don't point out their pathetic educations and dead-end careers, or that the husband had an affair with his cousin. (bitter much?)
Luckily I found a trashy regency novel to read in said freshly painted, yet messy living room, and I only have to move one pile of the clothes to the other sofa to begin. I am escaping now.
back to your regular reading...
The 9 year-old woke me up around 6 am to tell me he loved me, he knows I love him, but since I won't buy him a dirt bike, he's going to find new parents. I think he's joking and go back to sleep. A few min. later I wake up afraid he's done it, franticly get dressed, and spend 45 min. looking for him all over the neighborhood. He comes home after that saying his friend's parents were sleeping.
His 6 year-old brother thinks this is so funny, so not long after that he disappears. Him I worry about because he is more kid-nappable and doesn't have the life skills his brother does. I'm really worried and calling him all over. He finally comes out of his brother's room where he was hiding under a blanket. Giggling. All this before 8 am.
Said 9 year-old pretends to sleep during $100 vision therapy and I have to take him home.
Babysitters' 38 year-old son offers his opinion on my landscaping and lack of weeding in my front garden. "You could take out this whole section (my English roses!!) it would totally change the look of your house. You spent all this time and money painting your living room and look, there's unfolded laundry on the sofa and the front gardens look like a jungle The house looks abandoned!"
Insulting my gardening, cleaning, or cooking skills is like insulting my… well...womanhood. Really that bad.
This is like telling guys their package looks so small in that swim suit and that everyone on the beach is snickering. I am really sensitive to this criticism. One of my in-laws is a jerk to us and her house is immaculate. They come over and sneer no matter how nice the house is and their kids make rude comments. We don't point out their pathetic educations and dead-end careers, or that the husband had an affair with his cousin. (bitter much?)
Luckily I found a trashy regency novel to read in said freshly painted, yet messy living room, and I only have to move one pile of the clothes to the other sofa to begin. I am escaping now.
back to your regular reading...