Weekend Rants
What a weekend this is turning out to be. R wanted to visit his father, grandmother, and Aunt in Bellingham this weekend. Of course I was all for seeing family, but with the last two weeks of non-stop action (Portland, EEG, doctor visit, and birthday party) my usual drive to keep going left. Plus I wasn’t thrilled about seeing R’s dad (I’ll call him D although there are a few choice things i would really like to name him). Don’t get me wrong there are times that I enjoy him and times when I just want to slap him. Unfortunately you never know which person is going to appear.
My issue is that he is just a very cranky, pessimistic human who is miserable and wants the world around him to be such. Oh, and the things that come out of his mouth are just embarrassing. The last time he came to visit he said something to a volunteer from a cat shelter so angry that the guy’s face turned red and he walked away with his hands in fists. The guy didn’t ask for money, D thought what he said was hilarious. At Bug’s birthday party last week all he did was complain about the bathroom, the food, the weather, the parking… you name it he was bitching about it.
This weekend was, um, interesting. Although he did have his kinder moments he did crack endless jokes about grandma death (she is 91), insult R about trying to eat healthier, and give me endless crap about R not wanting to smoke pot with him 24/7. Yes, he blamed R wanting to exercise and smoke less on me because that is a bad thing. Add to the him call Bug a dummy because she is too young and stupid to read and tell Grandma and Aunt that we are only saying around so long to get a free meal (don’t even get me started on this cheap ass) and I’m surprised that I haven’t blown up on him.
Even R, who adores him and never has a bad word to say about D vented to me. Bug has the same bed time each night, 7pm. So, what time does D schedule dinner? 6:45 pm. Yes, 15 minutes before Bug’s bedtime and informs up 5 minutes before hand about this. R asks D if they could push it back 15 minutes so that we can get Bug ready and put her down instead of starting her bedtime routine at 7 pm. He refused and demanded that we hold her and eat. Um, not my daughter. When she is tired she screams and throws things. My daughter is not passive. So, instead of just pushing back eating to a time when he knew that Bug wold be asleep he threw a fit. R was furious and wouldn’t tell me what was said but I did hear him yell something about “not being on baby time.” His famous words. No, I don’t expect the world to revolve around the baby like mine does, but damn give us some notice and we can work around things. However, it seems that D always tries to push against it. He demands us to do things when he hears that I’m putting her down for a nap and fights with me over using a car seat. Yes, he thinks it is crazy that we “seem to think that everywhere we go she needs to be in one.” Forget the fact that it is the law.
Okay, I need to stop. No more rants. Actually I did do some fun things this weekend and I’ll post some great photos soon. Now that I got that off my chest and we only have a few more hours before leaving it is time to think good thoughts.
