Boys Drool...

Why is it that most men fail to see the logistical reasons why their children need to be at home at bed time? Or why they just seem to think that when their wife comes into the room where the men are having their "Hold 'Em" tournament that she's there to nag rather than look out for the best interest of her children?

Last night we went to a little cook-out at Jer's aunt's house. It started at 6 p.m. Now, before we drove out there, we had established that we would leave between 8 and 9, because that is when Maddy gets crabby and ready for bed. OK. We were agreed, and expectations were set.

We get there and all is well until they decided to have a "Hold 'Em" tournament at 7:30. They all scrounged around and begged the women for $5, and started the game. Well, at 8:05 I went out there (in the garage) to see how much longer. He said "1/2 hour." I said fine. Went inside with all the other female members of his family and entertained the "getting crabbier by the minute" Madeline. 1/2 hour later, I go outside. He says, "Just go home, someone will drop me off."

OK. This turned ugly, real fast. The guys all talk and decide that Jer's mom should go home with me, and then his sister, dad and brother-in-law will all go home in SIL's van. SIL and MIL were not happy with this plan at all, and SIL went outside and told them no.

What happened was Maddy and I went with SIL and Jenna and MIL in the van. Jer had to drive his dad, and BIL to their houses and then come home. He got home around midnight. Jackass. This meant that the garage door opened two more times and woke up the baby b/c it is directly underneath her room and it also meant that he woke me up. I was not happy. OH, and did I mention that I had felt like shit all day, feeling achy and tired and sick, and he knew this. He knew that I did not feel well, that the baby was ready for bed and that this was going to be inconvenient to all involved yet all the men went along and thought this was a great plan.

Now, I was not only pissed b/c he screwed up the plans, but this also meant that I had to put Maddy to bed, make her bottles and pack her bag for the week and take care of the dog by myself, while feeling like shit and just wanting to go to bed.

Maddy did not go to bed until 10 p.m., she woke up at 12:30, 3:00 and 5:00. Nice. All because he fucked up her routine and ruined the evening for all of us.

The dog needed to go out last night around 3:30, and he did it. He came back upstairs and said, "Let's just get rid of the dog." I said, "I'd rather just get rid of you."