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Ok, now back to the bob issue i had last night.....
mike stopped over for who knows what. that was about 8:30 or something. when he was over, he mentioned to bob, that since everyone was broke this week (everyone, meaning bob, mike, greg, and tony), that they would probably just hang out and have a game night. I asked WHERE he was planning on having this "game night". he said here (my house). i looked at bob, bob looked at mike. mike said he told bob the night before, and bob didn't say anything so he figured it was cool. anyway, i said must be nice, or something along those lines, and mike insisted bob knew about it. bob said he didn't. my house is a freaking mess, so i said to mike, if he knew he was coming over and bringing his buddies over, then why didn't he come over and clean my house. he didn't like that too much. after mike left, i told bob that if they came over, that i wanted him to tell mike as soon as he got there that mike would have to leave early, because bob had things to do today, and couldn't just sleep all day, besides that, he was already tired as it was. i told him he should make sure mike is gone by 2am. he said "oh, i will as soon as he gets here, I plan on it!".
'BOOM BOOM BOOM'.... 3am that's what i heard. i thought it was bob making yet another cd or something on the computer. i called downstairs, and asked him what he was doing. he told me "nothing". i said "don't tell me NOTHING, you are practically bouncing my head off of the pillow, you just woke me up, what are you doing??". we are playing games and didn't realize the speakers were on in the living room (for the surround sound). nice... i told him i thought it was time that mike should leave, that it was too late, and he didn't need to be there. bob said ok.....
'BANG CLANG VROOOOOOM' 5AM the alarm clock had gone off about 10 minutes before, and i'd just hit the snooze button. i got up to see who the hell that was, making all of the noise outside. went out into the hall, and smelled cigarette smoke (i'm not a smoker, so i can smell it from a pretty good distance). i went downstairs. the family room light was off, but the tv was on. i went into the family room and asked bob, who was sitting there, with cigarette in hand... bob, was that mike that just left? yep, sure enough was. i asked him why he'd just left. he said he didn't know. then he tried to tell me they "lost track of time". ummmm, yeah, ok. i guess i'm supposed to beleive that one?!?! at 3am i would've believed it, but at 5 am after him waking me up at 3am, NO, I DON'T THINK SO. at 3am when he woke me, that should've been when bob said mike had better go, and of course..... same old bob, didn't. i screamed at bob, and told him that MIKE is the one that caused all of these fucking problems before, doing the same fucking shit... i also brought up the night before when bob gave me a hard time and a serious attitude for being on the computer when HE said HE'D help me out and let me on the puter for a while. i brought up the fact when he did give me that attitude the night before, that HE is the one that has all of this fucking free time, all of the time in the world without the kids. i mentioned this to him again this morning, and showed him that mike staying til 5am was the perfect example of exactly how many hours he was "childless". then he was going to sleep all day, i'm SURE of that!!! he doesn't see the kids. when he does, he doesn't take care of them. i look forward to the days when he's home, HOPING DESPERATELY that he'll really HELP out with the kids, rather than just assume i'm going to do it. bob works really late and goofy hours. he sleeps all day, then leaves for work about 5:30 pm on most nights. he sees the kids for all of 2 hours, IF that?!?! i work normal hours, have off normal days, and have the kids all night after i get home, til i go to bed, the weekends from the time i get up til the time i go to bed. when do I ever get a fucking break? he gets a break every FUCKING DAY?!?! i HATE this shit!!! mike just doesn't get it, and i see that bob doesn't either. what the fuck am i supposed to do to make this man wake the fuck up and take AT LEAST A LITTLE fucking responsibility for his own kids??? when is he going to realize, that i need time to myself, and that he needs to take some of the responsibility for helping me bring them into this god forsaken world?!?!?!
mike stopped over for who knows what. that was about 8:30 or something. when he was over, he mentioned to bob, that since everyone was broke this week (everyone, meaning bob, mike, greg, and tony), that they would probably just hang out and have a game night. I asked WHERE he was planning on having this "game night". he said here (my house). i looked at bob, bob looked at mike. mike said he told bob the night before, and bob didn't say anything so he figured it was cool. anyway, i said must be nice, or something along those lines, and mike insisted bob knew about it. bob said he didn't. my house is a freaking mess, so i said to mike, if he knew he was coming over and bringing his buddies over, then why didn't he come over and clean my house. he didn't like that too much. after mike left, i told bob that if they came over, that i wanted him to tell mike as soon as he got there that mike would have to leave early, because bob had things to do today, and couldn't just sleep all day, besides that, he was already tired as it was. i told him he should make sure mike is gone by 2am. he said "oh, i will as soon as he gets here, I plan on it!".
'BOOM BOOM BOOM'.... 3am that's what i heard. i thought it was bob making yet another cd or something on the computer. i called downstairs, and asked him what he was doing. he told me "nothing". i said "don't tell me NOTHING, you are practically bouncing my head off of the pillow, you just woke me up, what are you doing??". we are playing games and didn't realize the speakers were on in the living room (for the surround sound). nice... i told him i thought it was time that mike should leave, that it was too late, and he didn't need to be there. bob said ok.....
'BANG CLANG VROOOOOOM' 5AM the alarm clock had gone off about 10 minutes before, and i'd just hit the snooze button. i got up to see who the hell that was, making all of the noise outside. went out into the hall, and smelled cigarette smoke (i'm not a smoker, so i can smell it from a pretty good distance). i went downstairs. the family room light was off, but the tv was on. i went into the family room and asked bob, who was sitting there, with cigarette in hand... bob, was that mike that just left? yep, sure enough was. i asked him why he'd just left. he said he didn't know. then he tried to tell me they "lost track of time". ummmm, yeah, ok. i guess i'm supposed to beleive that one?!?! at 3am i would've believed it, but at 5 am after him waking me up at 3am, NO, I DON'T THINK SO. at 3am when he woke me, that should've been when bob said mike had better go, and of course..... same old bob, didn't. i screamed at bob, and told him that MIKE is the one that caused all of these fucking problems before, doing the same fucking shit... i also brought up the night before when bob gave me a hard time and a serious attitude for being on the computer when HE said HE'D help me out and let me on the puter for a while. i brought up the fact when he did give me that attitude the night before, that HE is the one that has all of this fucking free time, all of the time in the world without the kids. i mentioned this to him again this morning, and showed him that mike staying til 5am was the perfect example of exactly how many hours he was "childless". then he was going to sleep all day, i'm SURE of that!!! he doesn't see the kids. when he does, he doesn't take care of them. i look forward to the days when he's home, HOPING DESPERATELY that he'll really HELP out with the kids, rather than just assume i'm going to do it. bob works really late and goofy hours. he sleeps all day, then leaves for work about 5:30 pm on most nights. he sees the kids for all of 2 hours, IF that?!?! i work normal hours, have off normal days, and have the kids all night after i get home, til i go to bed, the weekends from the time i get up til the time i go to bed. when do I ever get a fucking break? he gets a break every FUCKING DAY?!?! i HATE this shit!!! mike just doesn't get it, and i see that bob doesn't either. what the fuck am i supposed to do to make this man wake the fuck up and take AT LEAST A LITTLE fucking responsibility for his own kids??? when is he going to realize, that i need time to myself, and that he needs to take some of the responsibility for helping me bring them into this god forsaken world?!?!?!