December 18, 2019.
It's been 6 months since last we posted. Angel dog is doing fine and has settled into her routine, we have had to upgrade the crate she occupies during the day - I call it doggie jail with a chain link lock. She busted out of the old one - twice in one day. We know this because she set off the alarm.
Summer was warm and wonderful and we enjoyed our time walking and playing at the park. Now it is cold and dark and muddy at the park and we don't go. Angel is bummed I'm sure.
I hosted Thanksgiving for the first time; I think it went well, lessons learned do not let Bob carve the turkey, do not make Alton Brown's Green Bean Casserole - I know I screwed up something there. And do not invite your niece's Baby Daddy's family 2 days before hand. That was also on me, I read text that I thought said Sister - and included 3 more teenagers. Joy. They were fine - just nothing for them to do while at my home.
Niece #1 A and her brood did not make an appearance. I am an awful person and can say I didn't miss that mess one bit.
I say that now - having said brood at my home last Saturday for Gingerbread Makings... yes, even the boys. Who had .001% interest in doing gingerbread making and then proceeded to attempt to annoy the dog, and destroy my basement. Thankfully there isn't much down there they could destroy I did lock open the dog crate and take the key and threaten them within an inch of their lives if they got near the bar... I guess I was scary enough.
Bubba has been Bubba - we had a MAJOR blow up in July then I left for 3 days for a conference and then he figured out I wasn't kidding and was nearly livable for several months. Then fall and holidays hit and it's back to Grumpy Bubba... even after a trip to Vegas this past weekend - homeboy is still a miserable human to live with.
He is complaining about doing things - plans for weekend etc., so I have told him and I intend to stick to it - he's not even going to get asked anymore. I will make my plans and inform him when I will and will not be home. sit your grumpy A$$ home and don't complain about things being planned for you. Now you would think I just put stuff on his calendar and he never had any information on said plans.... it doesn't matter that I ask, check, double check and verify before committing to any date or event - then days before said event - there is generally bitching and moaning about said event and making my life miserable in the process.
Which really brings me to the reason I'm back on the blog. The chant of "I don't like small spaces and showering with others" isn't working as well as it used to. Bubba has got to figure out how to balance life, something he's never been good at. But I am reaching a tipping point, I am seriously tired of being the one person he can vent all his frustration and unhappiness all over - he said last night that I don;t get it. He's right, I don't. I cannot understand, and I do. He wants to go and do but at work is busy and he can't micromanage the way he wants to - oh I know that is 80% of the issue. He is seriously detailed in every part of his life and he doesn't have enough time to deal with it all... the boy needs some way to learn how. He's sucked away my Christmas spirit. I have busted my hump for weeks with the final push tonight, then again on Sunday to get everything wrapped and ready... and his contribution is bitching moaning and make me more crazy that I already am.
I will finish the cookies tonight, I will box them up and enjoy the comments tomorrow at work. I will lug on this crap onto the bus and make it work because that is what I do. I will endure a Christmas day at a freaking Casino - (will document later) and I will go and do what I want when I want and Bubba can stay his butt at home or work, I don't care anymore.
all right off to go find something constructive to do with my time.
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