I know you wanted to call me a bitch but didn’t just now. The same reason I didn’t call you a selfish asshole.
This weekend has sucked for me because I’ve had to babysit not only our child but also you. You’ve been “sick” hungover since Saturday. I took all shifts with the baby last night. You said you’d be fine after that, today you were a sloth on the couch. I had to worry about you falling asleep and not hearing the child and this is why I worry before leaving you alone with her(which just happened at 2:30). You told me not to worry. I’ve been exhausted since her growth spurt that began 5 days ago. So the one day I’ve had enough and want to sleep I’m the bad guy. I go to bed at 9pm, wake up at 10:30 then up again at 2:30 because you don’t hear the fussy child that’s right.next.to. you. I hear her fuss from thr bedroom. I feed her and change her and want to sleep more, she on the other hand is fully alert. You huff. So my dumbass starts to plot out tomorrow and when you’ll start whining about being tired even though I’m tired.I make that comment about tomorrow and I’m the bad guy. But I’m the bad guy for knowing your routine I guess. I try to go to sleep but all I hear from the living room is you whining to the baby that you’re tired. I wouldn’t have given two fucks but my hips hurt and you ate the last advil so I have no comfort in the bed and give in to your only child syndrome. So yet again I get no sleep because I’m a bitch. And even when I do get to go time bed I have to hope you’re not snoring so I can actually sleep. And you still don’t get it.
I fucking hate everything right now. How are we miss communicating so much?
"One day in the subway, James saw a red cat with a wound to the leg that likely resulted from a fight with another cat. It was obvious that the cat needed help. James could not pass and took the cat to the vet. With a little medical treatment and prescription drugs, the cat quickly recovered. At that point, James found it impossible to say goodbye to Street Cat Bob. Bob followed James everywhere he went. As James played the guitar on the street and Bob sat nearby, revenues increased dramatically. People found it difficult to pass when they looked at the cute kitty. James went on to write a book describing their adventures in the street which was full of life – both dramatic and comedic. In the book, James says that he could not have imagined how meeting Bob would change his life. His friendship with the cat healed him from a life that had been very hard. Most likely, if Bob could speak, he would say the same thing.”
Um, so here is a book I am going to go BUY… NOW.
HE’S WEARING SCARVES YOU GUYS