My DEAR husband.....(sarcasm)

Yesterday was not the best day. First we had plans to get the baby's room squared away and the hubs slept til 10 when I had to drag him outta bed because he had stayed up to an ungodly hour playing PS3. Ok, moving on. Then he was the snappiest, moodiest a-hole around the entire time. I'm the pregnant one. Isn't that suppose to be me? Finally I realized it might be a blood sugar problem cuz he missed breakfast and it was 1 pm and I went and got lunch. After lunch we were talking about our afternoon plans which I thought had been decided...but he sounds all bitchy cuz he has to take S to dance so I could cook dinner and eat before I have to leave at 515 for my breastfeeding class. So fine, I'll take S. But I say, "So your gonna cook dinner?" which he apparently didn't hear....deliberately. So I rush back from dance to find him playing PS3 again and I calmly rush to the kitchen without yelling at him and start trying to prepare them a meal (at this point realizing I won't be able to eat before my appt....or get myself decently ready...or stop by the store for a bottle of water like I had planned). I ran out of time and I asked him to come up and put all the ingredients that I had cooked and prepared into the casserole dish so I could go comb my hair and fix my makeup at least. He says..and I'm quoting here, "Look like you didn't think this through very well. Your not very organized." at which time I completely blow my fucking top. REALLY? THAT'S WHERE WE'RE GOING WITH THIS. Really? He was pissy he had like 10-15 mins of prep work to do so he could stick the casserole in the oven for 15 mins. I yelled and I cried and I was upset. Not how I had pictured the last few minutes before leaving for my class. Then he calls me (cuz he thinks I left already) and asks where the fucking cheese is. The cheese is in the goddamn ice box where we always put cheese you dumbass...that's pretty much what I said...no, I'm not kidding...that's pretty much verbatim. He's so fucking helpless sometimes.

THEN he has this nasty skin tag thing on his armpit and he was gonna cut it off with some sterilized nail clippers (which I had heavily advised against since there are so many more less invasive ways to deal with it) and he wanted me to hold it out so he could clip it which I flat out refused cuz it grossed me out. Sorry. That's nastiness and my stomach isn't the strongest these days. At which time he says he will ask Kylie when she gets home. At which time I tell him, HELL NO..do not traumatize our 8-year old like that. I mean I really left no room for doubt about how I felt about it and forbid him to do it.

So upon arriving home from my breastfeeding class (in a much better mood) I find the garage door open AND the door from the house to the garage open. I am a little p.oed cuz I start freaking out that S could be out running around and what if I had run over her and etc. I get out of the car to hear Sophie screaming in the house in a way that I know is serious business so I rush in to find that Foy hit her with the laundry room door in her foot and cut it open. I contemplate going to the emergency room but it's a clean slice that's not too deep and it's not bleeding much so I decide that I think we're fine with some antibiotic cream (that door was kinda nasty) and some band-aids but I can't get Sophie to calm down because before I got there Foy does what he does best and went ape shit in a high stress situation and yelled at the other girls and freaked everyone out. I've seen him do it too many times not to picture exactly how this went down. Kids take their cues from you. If you are calm then they will be too. You fake it if you have to. That's what protecting them is about. To me anyways. Oh yeah, Sophie would have still cried because it hurt but she would have stopped. He had whipped her into a real frenzy and she screamed SCREAMED for the next hour. I laid down with her and read her a book finally and she calmed down. It seemed nothing would work at first.

When things calmed down...MUCH LATER...I got to asking how it happened. He was going to get band-aids out of his truck and rushed back in the house and didn't know she was behind the door. Band-aids before she was hurt? Oh yeah, for him because he did exactly what I told him not to do and had Kylie hold his nasty skin tag while he clipped it and OH YEAH, it gushed blood and freaked him and the kids out so he was rushing through the door because he was worried about himself. This probably made me maddest of all. I mean he said some asshole things but he's a dude....sometimes they don't even know they are being an asshole. And he hit Sophie with the door which was an accident...even though **I** know not to come barging through that door because the kids often hide behind it when they hear someone in the garage to scare them. He came rushing through that door though because he had done something I told him NOT TO  do. Shit hit the fan again. I'm still pissed. It's the next day and I'm still pissed. YES, I am. How can I trust him when I tell him SPECIFIC things not to do and I have specific reasons and he just ignores what the fuck I say like...whatever.

He felt like shit about it all when I more in depth explained why I did not want Kylie doing it and how the kids had already told me about it because unlike what he thinks it did have an effect on them and it didn't matter if he asked Kylie and she said yes. He is the adult..not only that but her Father..of course she's gonna say yes. YOU as a parent have to make some decisions that are in her best interest when she can't accurately judge what she is being asked to do. She didn't know it was gonna gush blood. AS A FUCKING ADULT he should have guessed this and not asked her. Anyways, between being insensitive to me, asking Kylie to help with something he shouldn't have, hitting Sophie with the door and me rubbing it in by telling him he gets the shitty Father and the shitty Husband award for the day....well, he felt bad but honestly that didn't make me feel better.

To explain more about why I didn't want Kylie doing that...**I** was a sensitive child and something like that would have upset me..a lot. Kylie is a stronger kid than I was and she MIGHT be ok but do we wanna take the chance that we aren't making unpleasant memories for her. I have memories that stick out to me from when I was a kid for unpleasant reasons because of some accident or some adult not making a responsible decision. I don't want to pepper my kids childhood with that....not when it can be prevented. It's like driving up on the scene of an accident when your a kid and it sticks out to you forever. Well, your parents might not could have avoided driving up on that but we can avoid some things....like blood gushing out of your Father's disgusting skin tag. THAT we can avoid. Jesus. Plus what if the kids ever get a skin tag..fat chance that isn't gonna stick out to them when we go to get it removed.