Okay…it’s more like anger.
The running thing.
The man sucks.
It’s nearly impossible to get out of the house because of him. Why? Because there are two toddlers here and he’s only awake between 1pm and 4am and most of that time he’s eating, working or dicking around. And dicking around and eating are very important to getting the working part done.
This morning, I got up to go running. The little boy felt a bit hot, so I was going to leave him here. Asked the Mr. if he’d stay up so that I can do this, I’d take the little girl with me. 8:30 rolls around and the man is on the sofa sleeping with baby boy cuddled up. Great. Only problem is that he was really and truly sleeping. I wasn’t going to leave baby boy with sleeping dad, so I got the kid ready and we left.
Got to the park and started walking, so far so good…started running, oh wait…the kids want to look at the swimming pool. Then they wanted to look at the baseball kids, the playground, the ducks, they lake…baby boy started picking friggin’ flowers. Not to mention the entire time Miss Diva whined and begged for stuff. 45 minutes later, I had run a total of 57 seconds. 57 seconds? We spent another 20 minutes at one of the playgrounds and then we came home.
I told him,”Dude, this is not going to work.”
Mumble-grumble, “What? I told you you could leave the boy with me.”
Pfffft. I asked him to get up so that I can go back to the park. “No.”
He won’t even get up for 20 minutes.
Now…remember back when I say I’m surrounded by non-encouraging people? He’s their ringleader. I know this about him. I’ve always known this about him. I’m not asking for a “Good job, honey!” or even daily inquiries on what’s going on. I don’t need, nor want that–in fact, it would probably bug the crap out of me. What I need is for him to be helpful. What I need is for him to get out of my way.
About 6 or 7 years ago, unless it affected him directly, I pretty much stopped telling him my plans because of this, what I dramatically call, sabotage. He’s a perennial roadblock. You’d be amazed at how stuff he had been talking about for years all of a sudden gets Really Important To Get Done NOW when I’m in the middle of something. Actually, you probably have someone in your life like that. I’m lucky in that I can count 9 people I know in my life like that. It sucks when it’s a friend, it’s hard when it’s a relative, it super blows when you’re married to that person.
Well, I’m off to run the “track” I didn’t want in my tiny backyard. I love the part where I try to avoid poking my eye out on the lemon tree, running into the fence, and stepping my plants. I figured that 16 times around equals ~1/4 mile. Hey, he wanted the track for his cars and has used it maybe 9 times in the past year. It’s about time it gets some use.