The whole Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys mantra.
It’s late morning/early afternoon. DH and I are sitting on the couch, drinking coffee, listening to music, and of course, being entertained by the littles before he heads off to work. He closes the restaurant tonight, which means he will be home super late. Like midnight or later.
I notice he’s active on his phone. No biggie, but I notice he’s more active than usual when it comes to receiving texts in regards to employees calling out sick, food delivery truck hasn’t arrived yet, etcetera.
Then the bomb drops.
Prior to skid’s arrival for summer visitation, DH tried to get me all jazzed-up and on-board with skid’s summer itinerary. It was going to be camp, camp, and more camp. Since I’m disengaged, I didn’t press for details. Because, well, I kind of expected it to play out like it has.
A few days ago, Skid finished up her one and only week of day camp. And since DH couldn’t be bothered to enroll skid into camp(s) where she’d actually learn or experience something of worth, this is what skid got...
Apparently, there are no mosquitoes in skid’s city, because oh boy is it an issue. Actually, it’s an issue every year when she’s here.
Yes, we live in the south. Yes, bugs are a problem in the summertime, but they’re not nonexistent where skid lives. We know this because we used to live there too.
Last night, skid was mouthing something to MIL in our kitchen, in an attempt to keep it on the down-low that she was getting bit (walking from the car into our home, I assume?) and needed mosquito bite medicine pronto.
Oh, skid. GTF over yourself.
You, taking selfies with your iPhone selfie ring light, while sitting at our dining room table amongst conversing adults, was downright comical to watch from afar. Your dad’s secondhand embarrassment for you was palpable.
You’re quite the self-absorbed and dimwitted BM 2.0 version in the making aren’t you?
This clueless, lack of common sense shtick of yours while getting a high priced education makes your dad want to cry.
My DD (5.5) informed me today that “skid is allergic to cats,” and I AM HERE FOR IT.
Seriously, I am overjoyed at the thought of this so-called allergy keeping her far, far away.
Funny that skid had no issues being around our two cats last summer...
Also, my in-laws have an indoor cat. A blind geriatric one - but, a cat.
Skid and in-laws were here when I got home from work, and DH had the charm turned-up to 11 with me the moment I stepped foot in the door.
Then with skid (almost 13) he was:
He’s cooking throughout all the comments to skid. I just look at him as if to say, ‘Oh yeah? Already?’
I point it out to him the moment after her and in-laws step out the door to leave and he immediately apologizes in an EXTREMELY defensive manner.
and I am NOT looking forward to it.
Mostly, she stays at the in-laws house, so she can be doted on, catered to, fed all the fast food her heart desires, and ran to and from summer camp.
This means she will spend a lot of her days with my FIL while MIL is at work, which his hilarious, because all he does is sleep, like literally falls asleep sitting up, if he doesn’t have a task to tend to. Even when he does, it’s difficult because of his habitual tardiness and sleepiness.
Yes, you read that right. Overheard, because I’m never given this information face-to-face.
And why would anyone? I mean, I obviously don’t care and don’t want to be bothered with any of it (in the big picture this is absolutely correct, btw), but I will be forced into a place of having some feelings/opinions about things at some point.
I’ve been working part time for a few months. I love my job. LOVE it. The one and only downside is that I work with someone who I’ve known for a long time - longer than I’ve known my husband. Someone who has always given off the vibe that he wanted to be more than just platonic friends. In fact, he had a mini meltdown when he found out that my now DH and I moved past the just friends part and started dating.