Don't piss me off and then as an excuse say "but I enjoyed it".  I might have to get a fork and stab you to death.

It seems as though they other "mature" partner in this house is moving back towards his immature activities.  I honestly will not stand for this.  I'm ticked off beyond words.

For the past few Fridays, he has gone out (with a good excuse every time).  Not again.  No bloody hell.  If he wants to go out, he'll be taking me with or staying at home.  Can I just scream here quickly? AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH  Okay.

So he comes home from work last night and says that he wants to take Quintus to go watch some cars racing.  He wants to spend some time with Quintus after us being hard on him for his bad behaviour.  I'm like all impressed and says it's a great idea. They leave at 5 pm and he says they'll be back at the latest at 8 pm.  I'm not too happy with it, as it's darn cold but I can see that spending time with his dad will be good for Quintus.

I phoned them at 7.30 pm and he says that they are waiting for one more car to race and then they'll be back.  Probably around 8 pm.  So I'm sitting on the carpet, sorting out the problems.  The more my back goes into spasm, the more I get stressed up.  (probably the reason for the spasm)  I'm watching the clock more than I'm building puzzles (to see how many lost pieces we have and what puzzle piece must go into which box). 

I phone just after 10 pm.  I'm pissed off and he can hear it.  I told him to put off the alarm (with his remote) before coming in, as I don't want the alarm to wake Jason.  He left then as he could probably hear that I was completely not impressed when he told me that Quintus was sleeping in the car (when I told him it is WAY too late for Quintus to be out)

He gets back and wham.  The alarm goes off.  My blood boils.  I put the alarm off.  He carries Quintus in and puts him into bed.  I can smell that he has had a drink.  NO DRINKING WHEN YOU ARE LOOKING AFTER MY (our) CHILD!  It was most probably just a beer.  I don't feel comfortable with that though.

I asked him why he is home so late and he says "but we enjoyed it".  He can be glad that I was tired and too lazy to get a fork from the kitchen.  Asshoooooollle.  (think The Fuckers)

Yes, I suppose it's bad to blog about how upset you are with your husband. You know though?  You piss me off and I blog about it.  Cope with it.