I put this blog together to have a place to write all my crap down...my mom is sick of listening to me whine about my marriage and my weird kid stuff (my kids aren't really weird, but one is pretty gifted and the other has Cystic Fibrosis, so between the two, there's usually something weird going on--like TheraPlay, sticking noses in corners, and inclusion coordinators that suck)...my best girlfriends are spread out all over the country--we met in different places, then moved on..or they stayed and I moved on...at any rate, getting any of them on the phone for more than 45 minutes once a month is getting tricky, what with parenting and attorney general-ing and all, so I'm sort of run plum out of listening ears...
And tonight, I needed someone to hear me out on Bubba...the gist of our current household argument is that I told him the other night that sometimes I felt like he was a third child instead of a leader/partner...he's offended. Keeps bringing it up--in spite of my last two days being spent in the children's hospital with my CFer--every time he sees me...he insists I take it back, he's so offended. Today, about 2 o'clock, he starts in again with "If you don't take that comment back, I'll know your judgments about me are so wrong I'll never trust your judgment again. AND I'm not doing any extra stuff around here any more, if you think I'm a child, you can take care of the animals and the dishes and stuff." Stomp off to bedroom and slam of door.
Need I say more??
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