Let me start off by saying that I do love my husband.
I just don't always love his behavior.
Last night we had flank steak. Tom looked utterly confused when it was served and looked around the kitchen.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Where's the A1 steak sauce?" came the baffled response.
"You don't need steak sauce for flank steak. It's already marinated," I explained patiently.
"I always dip my meat in sauce," Tom said, his eyebrows furrowing.
"Well, there is no sauce so deal with it," I responded.
He sat at the dinner table in a pout.
A grown twenty-four year old man pouting over steak sauce. Honestly, the man needs to adapt better to other environments. He can't expect all the foods he likes to always be around. When I visit a person I don't expect everything that I like to be there. So I adapt.
I feel like I'm the only one watching Tommy. Oh, of course my parents will keep an eye on him for a few minutes but that's not their job. Tom, he just sits there on his laptop or the hot tub and it's like, "Um hello? This isn't only your vacation, keep an eye on your kid!"
It drives me insane.
I wish I could just sit in the hot tub without a care in the world. (Obviously I couldn't now since I'm pregnant.)
I wish I could just sit on the lap top for hours.
I wish I could stretch out on the couch and watch uninterrupted television.
Last night Mom and I were making the pies for our early Thanksgiving dinner tonight. Tommy was rushing around the kitchen. Where was Tom?
Stretched out on the couch watching TV.
Each time I'd glance up at him and feel my blood boil at the sight of him all comfortable while I was trying to concentrate on beating some eggs and keeping Tommy out of the kitchen.
Finally I had enough. I marched over, leaned down to his ear and hissed, "You know, you don't just get to relax and do nothing. Pay attention to your kid."
Of course that got him in a huff and he shot me a dirty look. He slowly raised himself up from the couch and said in a less than enthusiastic tone, "Come here, Tommy.."
Then after five minutes his attention was back on the TV and Tommy was back in the kitchen.
IT'S NOT RIGHT!
Oh and he has the audacity to be surprised when Tommy prefers my Dad over him. For instance, my Dad has played with Tommy in the hot tub. Tom just sits there and maybe splashes Tommy a few minutes. Dad will carry on playing with him for awhile so of course Tommy wants his Papa. So whenever Tom gets into the hot tub Tommy will start to whine and say, "No get out Daddy! I want Papa!"
And of course Tommy always runs to his Papa and throws his arms around him.
Tom is all, "He likes your Dad more.."
Well duh. Pay more attention to your kid and maybe he'd throw his arms around you too.
I'm not saying Tom flat out ignores Tommy--he does wrestle with him or tickle him--but he doesn't play long with him. And that's just unacceptable.
One more annoyance.
Earlier we went to Wal-Mart. Tom saw Volume Four of The Family Guy and wanted it. I reminded him he just bought Volume Three and he just pouted!
He was all, "You get whatever YOU want.."
Um no. What I've gotten since we've been here was maternity clothes. Which I NEEDED. Everything else has been for Tommy and Natalie.
I bought myself three books, two of which were bargain books.
He makes it sound like I'm spending stuff on myself all the time and he's left with nothing.
This is what he's bought so far:
A Star Wars Lego set for 50 bucks. (He said it was for Tommy yet he barely lets Tommy touch the thing.)
Family Guy Volume 3 30 bucks
A PSP Game 30 bucks
Two t-shirts and two magnets at Hot Topic for 40 bucks
A shirt at JC Penney for 30 bucks (he says he needed another nice shirt but he bought a nice one before we left England and decided that "he didn't like it.")
There's more, but I can't think of it.
My point is, geez, he's bought more for himself than I have but he's pouting and saying, "You don't let me buy anything yet you buy what you want.."
Does he want his daughter to go naked?
I mean really.
He's not talking to me now because I told him to wait on Volume Four. I didn't say NO I just said, "Maybe we should wait until we're back at your Mom's.." And he shoved the DVD back on the rack and said, "You know, this isn't fair, this isn't fair at all.."
What a brat.
My patience is wearing thin.
And last night he wouldn't even try the mix for the lemon meringue pie Mom and I made.
He was all, "I don't like lemon meringue pie. Or pumpkin pie. Or pecan."
And that's all the pies we're having.
And he calls himself a simple person?
I'll calm down in time but add pregnancy hormones to all of this and you don't get a happy Amber.