So, it may come as a little bit of a shocker, I’m sure, but I run a kind of tight ship around here. I like my house clean, my boys well-behaved, and my nights calm and relaxing.
Tonight, after rushing from work to attend an open house at Gavin’s school, then rushing to get dinner for my family, and finally rushing home to watch Round 3 of the madness (aka the Debate), I was exhausted. After the debate, I began cleaning the house, washing dishes, and doing laundry. I asked my Ex to “keep an eye on Gavin.” Well, my Ex interpreted that as “sit on the couch and chat online.” As I watched my Ex luxuriate on the microfiber, I started to fume. When I looked over to see our son, under my Ex’s “watch,” rubbing moisturizer all over the couch, I finally exploded. And not in a small way.
I told my poor Ex exactly what I thought of having to do everything around here. I say poor because my Ex has been recently diagnosed with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and I suspect he was not having a good day, even before I launched into Bitchfest 2008. I think that I was very, very mean based on the defeated look on my Ex’s face. (To his credit, he wound up dumping a well-deserved bowl of – dry – Lucky Charms over my head.)
Anyway, I need to work on being nicer and less emotional. I really need to reign the crazy Jewishness in, at least for my Christian Ex’s sake.