Days 3 and 4 at Grandma's and the Piece of Shit I Married
Yesterday I got the roast beef sandwich for lunch. I noticed something, though. Each day after eating my sandwich, I get crazy sleepy. Like I think I'm just going to pass out here in my chair sleepy. The kind where you seriously would be asleep within moments of closing your eyes. The first 2 days, I put it down to turkey making me sleepy. But yesterday it was roast beef and it happened again! So what's going on? The answer, obviously, is that Grandma is drugging me. Why, I don't know, but there can be no other explanation. Maybe I've been looking a little tired and she thought I could stand to add a naptime to my day.
Last night we went to the Outback for dinner. I'm usually death on chain restaurants, but they really do have an amazing filet mignon. And salad, and baked potato, and bread. There's a Cold Stone Creamery right around the corner, so I had to take Robbie there after dinner. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake, and it is out of this world. It really tastes just like white cake. He prefers his with Gummi Bears, me, I always get it with sprinkles, to add to the cakey goodness.
This morning she asked if I wanted a lunch, and as I was running late I said no thanks. I also didn't want another narcoleptic fit. But now it's 12:52 and I'm starving, and sorry I said no.
Today is Star Wars day. Robb has been counting down to this for well over a month. He got a new Darth Vader shirt to wear today, and it's just all he's been talking about. Never mind that I've heard from several people that this is not a good movie for a 9 year old. He's seen all the other ones, and his father and he are gaga for it. I decided to just not bother to fight, as usually when I say he can't see a movie, his dad takes him anyway and tells him not to tell me. Then he has a conscience fit and tells me anyway. At this point, I've decided that I can at least spare the kid this conscience crisis, since they'll see it no matter what I say. Then it was on a school night, and I'm not too cool with that, but I was assured he would pick Robb right up from school, they'd see an afternoon show, and he'd be home in time for bed. Then all the sudden it was a 7:00 show, and he won't be home til close to 10. I'm definitely not cool with that, but feel like I don't want to shatter the kid's day, so fine, it's just once, and school's almost over anyway.
But now.... the ex called me a while ago to say that "his friend" picked up the wrong tickets, and bought them for an 8:30 show (we'll just ignore the fact that this is bullshit, and I know what happened is that he waited too long, and that was the only show that wasn't sold out, and he thinks that since it's so late in the game, I'll be forced to say ok). This is too much, that is too late, and I said no. So he said "ok" and hung up on me.
I had to know if he still was going to pick Robb up from school though, so I called back (he was at work). The phone was picked up, and clunked down on the counter. I could hear the music playing over the store's speakers. He's pulled this crap before, several times. I called back over and over, and in the end, I won and he answered.
It really is no fucking wonder my own son can't speak a single respectfull word to me. Look at this shit his beloved hero of a father is teaching him. I shudder to think what he'll tell Robb today about me saying no. I feel horrible for him, he's been waiting forever. But no matter what I do, his dad manages to twist it and make me the mean witch. I could go his route, and spoil Robbie, letting him have anything whenever and wherever he wants it, so that he'd love to be with me all the time too. But I figure, that doesn't do anything good for Robb in the long run, so fine, I'll be the bitch. At least in the end, I will be able to sleep at night and know that I tried to be an actual parent.
Fucker.
Oh, and in real men news, last night Eli called me with a question while he was at a bar with all the work guys. I was being funny, and said "do you love me? tell me you love me", because you know, that old gag, where the guy won't say it in front of other guys. So he just said "I love you, duh". Gosh I like him. Robbie really does too, I think it will be really good for Robbie to spend time with Eli doing guy stuff and not having to worry about who's mad at whom.
Last night we went to the Outback for dinner. I'm usually death on chain restaurants, but they really do have an amazing filet mignon. And salad, and baked potato, and bread. There's a Cold Stone Creamery right around the corner, so I had to take Robbie there after dinner. They have a flavor called Birthday Cake, and it is out of this world. It really tastes just like white cake. He prefers his with Gummi Bears, me, I always get it with sprinkles, to add to the cakey goodness.
This morning she asked if I wanted a lunch, and as I was running late I said no thanks. I also didn't want another narcoleptic fit. But now it's 12:52 and I'm starving, and sorry I said no.
Today is Star Wars day. Robb has been counting down to this for well over a month. He got a new Darth Vader shirt to wear today, and it's just all he's been talking about. Never mind that I've heard from several people that this is not a good movie for a 9 year old. He's seen all the other ones, and his father and he are gaga for it. I decided to just not bother to fight, as usually when I say he can't see a movie, his dad takes him anyway and tells him not to tell me. Then he has a conscience fit and tells me anyway. At this point, I've decided that I can at least spare the kid this conscience crisis, since they'll see it no matter what I say. Then it was on a school night, and I'm not too cool with that, but I was assured he would pick Robb right up from school, they'd see an afternoon show, and he'd be home in time for bed. Then all the sudden it was a 7:00 show, and he won't be home til close to 10. I'm definitely not cool with that, but feel like I don't want to shatter the kid's day, so fine, it's just once, and school's almost over anyway.
But now.... the ex called me a while ago to say that "his friend" picked up the wrong tickets, and bought them for an 8:30 show (we'll just ignore the fact that this is bullshit, and I know what happened is that he waited too long, and that was the only show that wasn't sold out, and he thinks that since it's so late in the game, I'll be forced to say ok). This is too much, that is too late, and I said no. So he said "ok" and hung up on me.
I had to know if he still was going to pick Robb up from school though, so I called back (he was at work). The phone was picked up, and clunked down on the counter. I could hear the music playing over the store's speakers. He's pulled this crap before, several times. I called back over and over, and in the end, I won and he answered.
It really is no fucking wonder my own son can't speak a single respectfull word to me. Look at this shit his beloved hero of a father is teaching him. I shudder to think what he'll tell Robb today about me saying no. I feel horrible for him, he's been waiting forever. But no matter what I do, his dad manages to twist it and make me the mean witch. I could go his route, and spoil Robbie, letting him have anything whenever and wherever he wants it, so that he'd love to be with me all the time too. But I figure, that doesn't do anything good for Robb in the long run, so fine, I'll be the bitch. At least in the end, I will be able to sleep at night and know that I tried to be an actual parent.
Fucker.
Oh, and in real men news, last night Eli called me with a question while he was at a bar with all the work guys. I was being funny, and said "do you love me? tell me you love me", because you know, that old gag, where the guy won't say it in front of other guys. So he just said "I love you, duh". Gosh I like him. Robbie really does too, I think it will be really good for Robbie to spend time with Eli doing guy stuff and not having to worry about who's mad at whom.
posted by The Noillyprat Cat @ 12:41 PM
2 Comments:
I would have Eli adopt Robb, only problem is when the real father is alive, they have to consent.
I do like the porn idea, though.
And he does have an outrageously small penis. And he's very short. And a very unskilled lover.
Clint you've stayed at Grandma's before, did she ever drug you, to your knowledge?
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