There he goes again. I just knew it would be one of those days. LittleG had a bad day at school, so I suggested we go to the toy store for shopping. After all, LittleG had a few gift cards left over for his birthday, so I figured “Why not?” It’s certainly better than shoving food in his face and causing an emotional-eating disorder. Well EmCee decided he was going to put his puss face on the entire time (you know because it wasn’t a store that he wanted to go to, or had things he wanted to buy).
LittleG was taking about an hour, and I was tired from walking up and down the same aisles. I didn’t complain though. “EmCee! Can you come here, I need help getting this down.” EmCee looks at me and doesn’t budge. So I call to him again, “I’m coming, babe.” As he slowly saunters down the remote control car aisle. “LittleG wants a clear car, can you see if there are any all the way in the back?” He immediately shouts out, “It’s not clear, it’s all they have.” Quite annoyed. Give me a break, just check for the kid. Would it kill you so much.
Oh yes, it would, because you’re a selfish ass half the time. That’s right, if it doesn’t involve you, it’s just not important. We walk out of the store and he’s got “the look” on. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Nothing.” I can already tell its going to be one of those nights. We plow on….
By the time we get home from our errands for the evening, its nearly 7:30 pm. The crockpot is cooking away beef stew for the evening because I knew we would be late home. I love the crock pot for this reason! LittleG had asked for pizza on the way home, which we stopped to pick up. But the house is a mess (as usual when EmCee works from home). I immediately start to straighten the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher and straightening the countertops. (BTW, by this time I’m annoyed the house is so messy and I am starving).
EmCee, breaks open the pizza box at the stove top and starts eating. Now, the dogs need to be fed, LittleG needs his dinner, the kitchen needs to be windexed, dishes out of the sink into the dishwasher, dishwasher emptied, and so forth … I look at EmCee… is he kidding me? Everyone is hunrgy, why did he stop to eat?
“Really, EmCee? Really? I’m hungry too you know!”
*Dirty look* Not sure what I did to deserve the dirty look, all I wanted was a bit of help, you know put the pizza in a dish for our son, maybe feed the dogs while I windex the kitchen and put stuff away so we can sit down and eat dinner in peace and cleanliness. But no, he had to forget everything else and just stuff his mouth. Of course, I should have known, it’s all about him, isn’t it.
It’s ALWAYS about him.
After dinner, I say to LittleG who is watching TV. “After, Mommy has a cigarette we need to do homework.” (That was his 5 minute warning). I sit down next to EmCee. EmCee directs at LittleG, “Get me your schoolbag.”
LittleG responds, “But Mommy didn’t have her cigarette yet!”
Well now that just sends EmCee into a tongue lashing,
“Turn off the TV NOW!!! Come here and give me your backpack. I wanted to look over what you had for homework.” (LittleG hands him the backpack and sits on the bench, with his head in his hands on the table).
“WHAT??!? Now that’s how you behave? Go sit on the couch and wait for your mother.” (Are you serious EmCee? Really? Come on now, LittleG wasn’t back talking or giving you grief.)
We start our homework while EmCee now sits on the couch and puts on TV (This after I told EmCee repeatedly NOT to watch TV while we do homework because it distracts our little man. I’ve asked him numerous times to watch TV in the family room which is in the basement!) While watching TV, EmCee falls asleep on the couch. We finish our homework, read a story, study for our test and practice our guitar lessons. EmCee wakes up after all of this to have a “smoke” and watch TV.
After a bit of running around, I inform LittleG it was bedtime, off to the bedroom we go, LittleG taking a monkey eraser in his hand. We brush our teeth, go potty and get ready for bed. EmCee comes upstairs and grabs the eraser and mumbles something about it. LittleG immediately says, “But it’s mine, Daddy!”
“Are you raising your voice to me? Who are you raising your voice to? Now, you can’t have the eraser, it’s going in my pocket. And get yourself dressed for bed.” EmCee proceeds to throw LittleG’s pajamas at his face and turns to storm out.
“Don’t you treat him like that. He didn’t hear you.”
“Well, I’m tired of him always raising his voice and back talking to me.”
(The conversation continued, but I won’t continue to bore you.) LittleG was left standing there dejected while I tried to console him and get him dressed for bed. Mind you, I’m in trouble now for protecting my son and standing up for him.
“Mommy, why is Daddy always, you know….”
“Why is Daddy always what?”
“You know … (silence) … mean”
“I don’t know why Daddy is always mean. Not all Daddies are mean, LittleG. I’m sorry he upset you.”
We say goodnight and give hugs and kisses, I proceed downstairs…. EmCee is at the kitchen table, with his iPhone and earbuds in his ear.
“Are you coming downstairs to watch TV?” I ask.
“No, I’m going to sleep.” EmCee replies with a pissed off face on.
I walk downstairs to check my emails and facebook, its just better not to engage him in conversation.
20 minutes later, I hear “Goodnight” Like the dutiful wife, I go upstairs and kiss him goodnight and say a prayer of thanks that he’s going to bed. I don’t want to deal with him anymore. I’m so tired of this life.