The MadLands
I’m writing this driving through the Badlands of South Dakota.
We just had a catastrophe happen in the camper. Evidently “I” didn’t make sure all the cabinets were closed where the dishes live. Hubby stopped to pee, and went back to use our facilities. He came storming out yelling that “I” had one “hell” of a mess to clean up. The Pyrex bowels I had up in the cupboards fell and shattered. The wine bottle spilled and went all over the kitchen. OK...I get it, big fucking mess.
So I tell him I need to clean up said mess. Wine stains, Need to get the wine and glass up. So we start cleaning it up. We pick up most of the big pieces of glass. Still he loses it and I tell him to go out and stay with the kids. I pick up as much of the rest of the glass as I can see, start wiping down the cupboards, etc. Tossed the kitchen towels that were covered in wine, and took that bag of trash out to the pick up, so it wouldn’t stink up the camper. I hear him out yelling at the kids. I hear the “F” bomb come out because my small son won’t take a sip out of the fucking green sippy cup. I told him to get the kids the sippy’s I had prepared out of the fridge, and he got the empty ones out of the cupboard. So I asked him, “did you get the ones out of the fridge like I asked you too”? “What sippy’s in the fridge?” Fuck...I look in the fridge, there are the ice water filled sippy’s sitting right there. Not to mention, the kids have had their own sippy’s this whole trip. Small son, blue sippy bottle, Little Miss, green sippy bottle. The kids freaking know which one is theirs, but Daddy doesn’t pay attention to such details.
I told him I don’t appreciate him talking to the kids or myself like that...he said he “apologized to small son”, but that he “won’t apologize to me” because I should have “Fucking checked to make sure the damn doors were closed.”
“What the fuck ever”....I swear shit like this makes me want to bolt, right now. This is one of the things I like the least about him. His reaction to things. His instant yelling and acting like it’s the fucking end of the world. I mean, yeah, pain in the butt, we need to spend 20 minutes cleaning up an accidental mess. So fucking what??? It’s not the end of the world. I have the vacuum with us. I can vacuum up the mess later...it’s mostly cleaned up, the world is not ending.
He’s sitting here next to me in the truck, watching me type out of the corner of his eye, I know he is thinking I’m typing about him, he’s right.
More later...as saga continues....
Peace,
OC
Accidents happen. You clean it up and move forward. No biggie in my book. Hey, I get frustrated too when unexpected things like that happen, but you have to put things in perspective. I hope everyone is past this and you all are having a better day today.
ReplyDeleteWhat a reactionary way to behave! Of course you're typing about him...at least he's not stupid. CJ is right, "Accidents happn."
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ReplyDeleteUgh. I'm sorry.
I had mine throw fruit through our kitchen window, smashing it in January (last year, not this year) because I asked him to get the toilet fixed.
So I understand.
And taking it out on the kids...so not cool. Unfortunately, when there exists stress in marriage, the kids at some point always end up being in the middle, no matter how hard we try not to put them there.
Be well, OC.