The fight with Jake
What an insufferable ASS!
So the plan is this: This past weekend, I clean everything out of my kitchen and closets, utility room, storage shed. During the week, we get the Got Junk people to come and dispose of everything Le Haun left in the shed and utility room, any stuff we don't want/need, etc. This weekend Jake and Heather were going to come over and tile our kitchen when we went to Dallas.
Then the husband had to be on call this weekend and that plan was nixed, we were going to spend the weekend window shopping, swimming at Jake's, etc. since if we were home, the kids would be up Jake's ass all day because they are obsessed with him. So all good, right?
Jake says that the fridge will be pulled outside and that it'll probably take two days, so we'll have to go out the front door and around to get bottles or whatnot. My exact words: "That sucks...Can't we bring it in the living room?" "No." "Maybe we'll buy some ice and use coolers or something inside so we don't have to do that."
And by me saying that it sucked....which it DOES--can you imagine having a screaming baby and having to go outside at 3 am for a bottle?!...he got mad at me. Heather calls me to say "You need to call Jake, his feelings are hurt that you don't appreciate what he's doing for you."
WTF? Because I stated a fact? I didn't carry on and on and bitch about having to do it, I proposed an alternate solution and moved on. But he has his panties in a twist and is no longer speaking to me. So perhaps I DID get a bit bitchy when I called him back and told him it was stupid to be upset over something to ridiculous. I told him I was grateful that he was taking his weekend to tile for us, and that he misunderstood the sentiment behind my words.
Let me add that after we talked about getting coolers, he said "Well if you had finished everything you had to do before moving in...but nooooo, you were in such a hurry..." Yes, that pissed me off. And I told him that if he was going to lecture me, AGAIN, I was going to hang up. Apparently that drove the nail in my coffin, as far as he is concerned. But seriously, I hear that from him ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I am sick of it. I told him that I hoped he made a preventable mistake because I'd never let him live it down.
So he thinks I'm ungrateful and kept going on and on about how he is giving up his long weekend for me. So I told him "If it's that big of an inconvienence to you, then don't bother coming. We've managed with the crappy tile in our kitchen for over two years. We don't really care either way. Don't put yourself out for us." Really, it's not a big loss. We can do the tile whenever, or hire someone eventually to do it. On an on-call weekend, we'd rather stick close to home anyway.
And now he's not talking to me. And that's fine by me, the ass. This was Saturday. Sunday he was supposed to pick up Aiden for a man-haircut, and he flaked. I really don't care, Aiden didn't know about it. Then today is his day to watch Jude, so he sends Heather out to take him with some lame excuse about why he sent her. Likely, especially since when I called them to say I was running late, the phone rang about six times before Heather answered.
How fucking petty is that?! Grow up, Jake. How old are you?
So the plan is this: This past weekend, I clean everything out of my kitchen and closets, utility room, storage shed. During the week, we get the Got Junk people to come and dispose of everything Le Haun left in the shed and utility room, any stuff we don't want/need, etc. This weekend Jake and Heather were going to come over and tile our kitchen when we went to Dallas.
Then the husband had to be on call this weekend and that plan was nixed, we were going to spend the weekend window shopping, swimming at Jake's, etc. since if we were home, the kids would be up Jake's ass all day because they are obsessed with him. So all good, right?
Jake says that the fridge will be pulled outside and that it'll probably take two days, so we'll have to go out the front door and around to get bottles or whatnot. My exact words: "That sucks...Can't we bring it in the living room?" "No." "Maybe we'll buy some ice and use coolers or something inside so we don't have to do that."
And by me saying that it sucked....which it DOES--can you imagine having a screaming baby and having to go outside at 3 am for a bottle?!...he got mad at me. Heather calls me to say "You need to call Jake, his feelings are hurt that you don't appreciate what he's doing for you."
WTF? Because I stated a fact? I didn't carry on and on and bitch about having to do it, I proposed an alternate solution and moved on. But he has his panties in a twist and is no longer speaking to me. So perhaps I DID get a bit bitchy when I called him back and told him it was stupid to be upset over something to ridiculous. I told him I was grateful that he was taking his weekend to tile for us, and that he misunderstood the sentiment behind my words.
Let me add that after we talked about getting coolers, he said "Well if you had finished everything you had to do before moving in...but nooooo, you were in such a hurry..." Yes, that pissed me off. And I told him that if he was going to lecture me, AGAIN, I was going to hang up. Apparently that drove the nail in my coffin, as far as he is concerned. But seriously, I hear that from him ALL THE FUCKING TIME. I am sick of it. I told him that I hoped he made a preventable mistake because I'd never let him live it down.
So he thinks I'm ungrateful and kept going on and on about how he is giving up his long weekend for me. So I told him "If it's that big of an inconvienence to you, then don't bother coming. We've managed with the crappy tile in our kitchen for over two years. We don't really care either way. Don't put yourself out for us." Really, it's not a big loss. We can do the tile whenever, or hire someone eventually to do it. On an on-call weekend, we'd rather stick close to home anyway.
And now he's not talking to me. And that's fine by me, the ass. This was Saturday. Sunday he was supposed to pick up Aiden for a man-haircut, and he flaked. I really don't care, Aiden didn't know about it. Then today is his day to watch Jude, so he sends Heather out to take him with some lame excuse about why he sent her. Likely, especially since when I called them to say I was running late, the phone rang about six times before Heather answered.
How fucking petty is that?! Grow up, Jake. How old are you?