Had a little freak out today
Ok, so yesterday was awesome. We went up to Amarillo and had a doll meet! It was bittersweet, because I know I won't see those girls again for at least a year - I don't have any time left to do much traveling this late in pregnancy, and then I wont be traveling while recovering after baby is born, and then tax season will happen again. I'm gonna miss those girls.
It was a really nice meet though. Several people I'd never met before were there, for a total of 12 people and 65 dolls! The four youngest girls were hard to relate to, but the other new girl that was more my age seemed really nice and had a lovely, diverse collection. She's two hours closer to me than everybody else, but I still am uncertain that I'd see her sooner than next year.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures from the meet up
It's my dollclans Kien (Kyo) with Sarah's boy (don't remember who he is, but I like the way she has styled him). I can picture these two being neighbors, having a garage band, getting into mild trouble. Kyo is definitely the older boy, so maybe he's the bad influence. He seems to be offering his friend a drag off of his cigarette lol.
The rest of the photos are here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/43753221@N03/sets/72157625509639009/
So anyway, back to today. Jason gets two weekends off a month. We had planned to do Amarillo yesterday and house cleaning today. That was our plan weeks ago. And by housecleaning, Jason wanted to clean out our storage shed out back. I didn't think it was a problem, but Jason wanted to put more of the things that are in the laundry room into the outside shed. I also didn't think the laundry room was a problem, but Jason said he needed more space to move his stuff around. More on that in a minute. Anyway, so we had plans. Our plans for next weekend (which was planned a month in advance) was that on Saturday we'd spend time with our friend Amanda, and re-dye my hair. Sunday he's go to Lubbock with his friends to watch Godzilla.
Then two days ago Jason's friends said they wanted to come visit today too. At first I protested, because he keeps putting off doing any work around the house. Then he reassured me that "he had no problem making his friends stand around while he cleaned out the shed." I should have put my foot down, but I didn't want to seem like a tyrant that wouldn't let him see his friends. So, naturally, when his friends finally left and I had a house full of much much much more nonsense then I liked (in order to spend more time with his friends, "cleaning" the shed became "pile all the shit that was in the shed in the house. And let my friends drag in a bunch of dirt and dog poop while their at it".
Normally, I probably still wouldn't have been that upset about it (upset, yes, but not extremely so). Except the reason Jason was going to clean the shed was because he said he had to clean the laundry room. And the reason he said he had to clean the laundry room is because he needed to move stuff out of our in-house storage area (we have a nook area next to the stairs where we store some boxes of action figures) into the laundry room. And the reason our in-house storage was suddenly not good enough for him is because THREE FUCKING MONTHS AGO I told him to move his stuff out of the spare room so we could turn it into a nursery. Literally, the only things in the spare room, at the time that I asked him to box it up and move it out, was two shelves of comic books, a CD rack full of CDs, and a bunch of random action figures. It could have, and should have, been done in one day. I literally cannot even walk into that room today - instead of moving stuff out, he keeps stacking stuff in! He kept making up excuses to clean other things that aren't important and that weren't a problem at all and he just never gets to the spare room - except to make it worse.
So I lost my mind. My floors were filthy, my house stinks, I have five different stacks of storage bins in my house that weren't there yesterday, I still can't get into the baby's room, we already have plans for next weekend, and he works the two weekends after that. In my head, at the rate he is going, baby was going to be born without a crib. Without me being able to reach his clothes. Or have a place to put his things. That room should be the top priority of the entire house.
Somebody might try to tell me "hey, if its so damn important, why didn't you just take care of it?" Three reasons 1. Its his stuff and I wanted him to store it in the way he liked. If I moved it, he probably wouldn't like how I had done it and I respect that those are his things; 2. Comic books are heavy. Even though comic book storage boxes aren't that big, I can't lift them when they are full. I literally cannot move the comic books; and 3. During tax season, there weren't that many things in the room. Now that tax season has passes and Jason's already messed with a bunch a crap, he piled six giant, overfilled boxes and totes into that room. I can't move them. I can't even get around them. Resetting the router is damn near impossible.
After brief anger followed many many tears and sobs, Jason appears to be skipping dinner (I haven't eaten either, damn it) and skipping sweeping the floor (what the fuck is wrong with your friends that they make the floor so dirty every time they visit?) and he's sifting through things in the spare room. I appreciate that he's trying to make me happy, but he's out of time for today, we need to do other things already. He's being ridiculous and stupid about everything. I should have put my foot down and told him his friends couldn't come today. It's Mother's Day, god damn it.
It was a really nice meet though. Several people I'd never met before were there, for a total of 12 people and 65 dolls! The four youngest girls were hard to relate to, but the other new girl that was more my age seemed really nice and had a lovely, diverse collection. She's two hours closer to me than everybody else, but I still am uncertain that I'd see her sooner than next year.
This is probably one of my favorite pictures from the meet up
It's my dollclans Kien (Kyo) with Sarah's boy (don't remember who he is, but I like the way she has styled him). I can picture these two being neighbors, having a garage band, getting into mild trouble. Kyo is definitely the older boy, so maybe he's the bad influence. He seems to be offering his friend a drag off of his cigarette lol.
The rest of the photos are here:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/43753221@N03/sets/72157625509639009/
So anyway, back to today. Jason gets two weekends off a month. We had planned to do Amarillo yesterday and house cleaning today. That was our plan weeks ago. And by housecleaning, Jason wanted to clean out our storage shed out back. I didn't think it was a problem, but Jason wanted to put more of the things that are in the laundry room into the outside shed. I also didn't think the laundry room was a problem, but Jason said he needed more space to move his stuff around. More on that in a minute. Anyway, so we had plans. Our plans for next weekend (which was planned a month in advance) was that on Saturday we'd spend time with our friend Amanda, and re-dye my hair. Sunday he's go to Lubbock with his friends to watch Godzilla.
Then two days ago Jason's friends said they wanted to come visit today too. At first I protested, because he keeps putting off doing any work around the house. Then he reassured me that "he had no problem making his friends stand around while he cleaned out the shed." I should have put my foot down, but I didn't want to seem like a tyrant that wouldn't let him see his friends. So, naturally, when his friends finally left and I had a house full of much much much more nonsense then I liked (in order to spend more time with his friends, "cleaning" the shed became "pile all the shit that was in the shed in the house. And let my friends drag in a bunch of dirt and dog poop while their at it".
Normally, I probably still wouldn't have been that upset about it (upset, yes, but not extremely so). Except the reason Jason was going to clean the shed was because he said he had to clean the laundry room. And the reason he said he had to clean the laundry room is because he needed to move stuff out of our in-house storage area (we have a nook area next to the stairs where we store some boxes of action figures) into the laundry room. And the reason our in-house storage was suddenly not good enough for him is because THREE FUCKING MONTHS AGO I told him to move his stuff out of the spare room so we could turn it into a nursery. Literally, the only things in the spare room, at the time that I asked him to box it up and move it out, was two shelves of comic books, a CD rack full of CDs, and a bunch of random action figures. It could have, and should have, been done in one day. I literally cannot even walk into that room today - instead of moving stuff out, he keeps stacking stuff in! He kept making up excuses to clean other things that aren't important and that weren't a problem at all and he just never gets to the spare room - except to make it worse.
So I lost my mind. My floors were filthy, my house stinks, I have five different stacks of storage bins in my house that weren't there yesterday, I still can't get into the baby's room, we already have plans for next weekend, and he works the two weekends after that. In my head, at the rate he is going, baby was going to be born without a crib. Without me being able to reach his clothes. Or have a place to put his things. That room should be the top priority of the entire house.
Somebody might try to tell me "hey, if its so damn important, why didn't you just take care of it?" Three reasons 1. Its his stuff and I wanted him to store it in the way he liked. If I moved it, he probably wouldn't like how I had done it and I respect that those are his things; 2. Comic books are heavy. Even though comic book storage boxes aren't that big, I can't lift them when they are full. I literally cannot move the comic books; and 3. During tax season, there weren't that many things in the room. Now that tax season has passes and Jason's already messed with a bunch a crap, he piled six giant, overfilled boxes and totes into that room. I can't move them. I can't even get around them. Resetting the router is damn near impossible.
After brief anger followed many many tears and sobs, Jason appears to be skipping dinner (I haven't eaten either, damn it) and skipping sweeping the floor (what the fuck is wrong with your friends that they make the floor so dirty every time they visit?) and he's sifting through things in the spare room. I appreciate that he's trying to make me happy, but he's out of time for today, we need to do other things already. He's being ridiculous and stupid about everything. I should have put my foot down and told him his friends couldn't come today. It's Mother's Day, god damn it.