Time flies…
Busy days lately. Busy days indeed…
I barely have any time to myself these days. My son is such a handful now. A lovable, happy and energetic handful. I adore him.
It’s the other baby that annoys me these days. The one that is capable of doing things for himself, but seems to think I enjoy running around after him? I assure you, I don’t.
One baby is enough to handle, I don’t need a big, grown up baby who is old enough and mature enough to know better.
Lately, as soon as I put my son to sleep, the demands start.
“I’m hungry”
“can you make me a coffee?”
“can you put my clothes in the wash?”
“can you put my clothes in the dryer”
“I need another coffee”
“I want vegetables, I’m breaking out in pimples.” (this is after I’ve already COOKED him a meal..
“can you turn the tv on/off/volume up/down/dvd on/off” WHATEVER
Oh, and the finale..
“I need you to drive me to work.”
Even though he has just spend $10k on a brand new motorcycle, gear and accessories, he still hardly rides the damn thing. Complains that it takes too long to get changed at work, etc.
Excuses.
He doesn’t care when our son has a nap. I have to get him up and take him with us, in the car. He doesn’t care that my life is busy enough as it is, that I am not his slave, that I cannot spend my time running around after him. He is a demanding, selfish, rude, clinging baby. Who knows better. Wtf is wrong with men anyway? Please tell me they don’t all behave like this. It’s like he sees me look after our son, and thinks he can get away with being treated the same way? It’s exhausting me.
He also wants me to stay up to 2 or 3am to help him study for his degree. He’s just started it and wants me to help him on the first subject. So many subjects to do… I can see how this is going to go… somebody get me outta here! I need to be up at 7am for my son. No matter how many times I tell him this, he either gets the shits, or just ignores me. Most of the time I am nodding off at the keyboard and he gets annoyed with me then. Oh, but he can sleep till lunch time if he wants, he does the evening shift. No matter what, I have to get up with my son. Lately I’m surviving on 5 or so hours of sleep. It’s nowhere near enough.
I need some room to breathe. It’s all too much lately.
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