Bought a $42 printer and he goes in to a screaming rage over it. Apparently a house can't contain more than one printer, especially one that's actually functional. And I haven't asked him to get ink about a million times or anything. So miserable.
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Summer is here and it's fucking hot and humid. I am MISERABLE. We don't have AC in the house so I ask C if he can put the window unit in the bedroom. He doesn't want to for all kinds of various reasons. 1. doesn't want to have to keep the door close because kid. 2. we have to get new duct tape to be able to seal it up. 3. his ankle hurts (but yet he's able to walk around the house while playing video games all day) He knows I'm miserable in the heat. He knows I've been studying my ass off in my office (adjacent to the bedroom) all week for exams and my office is even hotter than the bedroom. How does this make me feel? Like complete and total shit. Like he has zero respect for me because he can't be bothered to do anything I ask him to unless it somehow benefits him, or it works with his schedule\agenda. Fuck that. I'd rather live on my own than have to put up with this kind of shit anymore.
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Got an email from the teacher, "During literacy stations this morning, the students were working on word work and Kid asked a peer to help him spell the “f word.” Other students overheard this and shared with Mrs. N what had happened; Kid explained that it’s a word he knows and he didn’t know it was inappropriate." Tried to have a conversation with C about it and as usual it turned in to a fight. He is the one who says fuck in front of kid all the damned time. Of course he denied it, says I was accusing him and that I swear in front of him, too. Sure. I'm the one who said fuck 3x on Sunday while watching the football game with the kid in the next room. Yep, it's all me. Told him that if shit doesn't change by the time Kid finished 4th grade, I'm leaving and if he tries to stop me like he did before, I will. be. calling. the. cops. He tells me that if I want to leave, then to leave now. Yeah, like I can do that. I'm not pulling kid from school in the middle...
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I'm going to start an experiment. C has a pile of clean clothes on the floor that he never bothers to put away, and picks his daily "outfit" from said pile. He also has a dresser FULL of clothes. I'm going to start taking one shirt out of his dresser and toss it in the 'donate' pile, and putting a shirt from the floor in its place. Let's see how long it takes him to notice. Maybe I'll even take pictures.