What the hell?

Ok, got a question for ya:

If you only got to see your kids every other weekend, would you make it a priority? Or not?

Dude. Motherhood is subjective. It's a lot easier to be relaxed and calm when someone else has been watching your kids all day for you. She came home early from furlough (when the works done you get to go home). Immediately crawling up my brother's ass. *itch*

My goodness. I made Carlos stop on the way home at the 7-11 because I wanted beer. It's a nice day. We're not going out. So I got 2 six-packs. Lowenbrau and Carl Strauss. (Alright, and a bag of chips and a Cosmo.) I felt entitled after having my plans snatched away. I was supposed to meet Lisa, but poor planning prevented it. The plan had been to meet up in/near SD when she flew in. But it didn't work out that way. Instead, I went hiking with Charlie and the kids in the a.m.

Anyway. I buy beer. We come home. She is home. I get this creepy crawly feeling when I see the car. Bleh. Eck. I know what's coming. After all, who wouldn't be in a bad mood after a day of furlough? In we walk with our beer. MY beer:) Immediately:

SheDevil: "Where d'ya get money for beer, Carlos??"

no answer from my smart brother.

Again:

SheDevil: "Where did YOU G E T money for beer??? And you're drinking at this time of day??"
(It's 2.30)

Me: "I bought beer."

No response. She continues to bellow. "Where did you get money for beer????"

What the fuck?
I said so. She heard me. She looked at me. It's not like I'm driving anywhere in the middle of a Saturday. I'm having two beers. Fuck off. Go count your DUIs. And pay attention to your kids. (Which someone else bathed, dressed, fed, entertained, etc.)

Next topic to bitch on:
"Did you look up movie times for the Jonas movie?"

No. Of course my brother didn't. He was busy. Taking care of the kids. Get off your butt and look yourself. Geesus. Now what's a mother to do? Leave to go get her nails done.

And she shouts,"I'm not bringing my phone with me."

So now that I've gone online and looked up the movie times, it's obvious we can't take the kids. The next movie is at 5:05 or 5:10. Since we can't call her (!) to hurry up, we're going to miss the last matinee. And it's too late to take the kids at 7pm. Der. For lack of anything else to say. Raise your kids. And stop looking for trouble.

Whew. I feel better. Thank you.

posted by irene @ 10/12/2002 07:11:00 PM