it was an equal opportunity wrath day.......... amola: so....
after i picked jared up from daycare, i called the ex to let him know that i was on my way to get the girls from his house......"for christ's sake, it's 6:05 already!" i'm like yeah, i know. i'll be there in a few minutes. "you mean to tell me that it took you an hour and 5 minutes to get to daycare?!?!" no, i left the office at 5pm, had to stop and get gas, got to daycare, visited with her for a few minutes, and then left. now, i'm a few blocks from her house, on my way to your house. "well i hope you're not going to be late like this all the time" and he hangs up on me.
*important note: do not EVER hang up on me.*
got to his house, got the girls, left. sarah says "mom there's an open house at my school tonight and we have to go".......i picked up the phone, called the king @$$ hat and said, um, is there an open house tonight? "yeah, it's from 6-6:15 for the kindergarteners" i looked at the clock, and it was 6:18. i said, um, did you think about telling me about this ahead of time? "well, i knew you wouldn't get back in town in time." i said hey if you tell me about these things, i can make arrangements to get back into town on time. but i can't do that IF I DON'T FVCKING KNOW ABOUT IT!
so i hung up on him.
by this point, i was starving. the kids were starving. ok, sarah wants mcd's, emily wants wendys. fine. they're right around the corner from each other. go to mcd's, get sarah's happy meal. go to wendys, emily announces that she doesn't want wendys, she wants mcd's. grrrrrrr........ so being the good (starving) mother that i am, i drove back to mcd's and ordered the EXACT SAME HAPPY MEAL that i had ordered 5 minutes before. "hamburger happy meal with just ketchup, apple dippers, and a dr. pepper"........they try to give me a cheeseburger with everything but ketchup. took forever to get it through the guy's head that i wanted a HAMburger with ONLY ketchup. so i ended up yelling at the mcd's guy. ::)
get home, realize that t STILL has not brought my stuff back. called him. figured that while i was fighting with people, i might as well just round out my night........he answered the phone, i said so what do i have to do to get you to bring my stuff back to me? "i know i've just been really busy". i said, um, not my problem. you promised you'd bring it back saturday. "i know, i was just busy" again, not my problem. i want it back, i wanted it back a month ago, and i'm tired of explaining to the kids that i can't wear the penn state hat that they got me for christmas because i just can't find it. i want it back. "i'll try to do it tonight after work." yeah, i've heard that before. just bring the f*cking sh!t back and i'll stop calling you and b!tching about it, k?
and i hung up on him.
jerks. sometimes i really hate men. ok, not all men. but most of them.
