If the saying goes "I get by with a little help from my friends" I guess the wife doesn’t qualify as a friend.
After she made dinner for the kids, she went back into her office and when she did come out to sit her lazy ass on the fucking couch, the little girl asked her to help with her tablet and said "Mommy, can you come here?" The wife said "No, you can come over here."
At that moment, the little boy had to pee so she said "Can you take him pee while I help with her tablet?"
I took him to the bathroom and, behold, was there any fucking toilet paper on the roll? Hell no, even though there are rolls in the cabinet right next to the fucking toilet.
After a while, the little girl said "Daddy, he’s pooping".
I said "go to the changing table" and I got him up there and the wife was back in her office and I asked her to help me? she said "with what?" I felt fucking defeated so exasperatedly said "Never mind, I’ll do it".
I got him cleaned up and she asked him "did you poop in your underwear?" He said "yeah" and she said "that’s bad, get in time out".
she deserves the mother Teresa golden medal award for offering to help, no matter what the situation was.
I wanted to bang my head into the wall until I lost consciousness and I actually have literally hit my head against the wall a time or two but it didn’t do anything, to my dismay.
And so it has come to pass, that another exasperating chapter of the lazy house comes to a close..
The day wasn’t a complete loss though as I got to go out
to lunch and spend some quality time with a dear dear friend of mine so I’m very happy about that.
It’s almost time to put the kids to bed so that’s enough blogging for now.