The holiday bubble has burst and real life roared in, today. The car doors were frozen. I missed Gabe's PT hen he second time. Justin swore that he could watch the baby at 730am so that I could take Gabe to his PT and then Evie to Urgent Care (suspected bladder infection). Of course, I meant that he would get up and play and change and feed our lovely infant. NO.
JUSTIN IS A FUCK UP.
He thought that it meant to let the baby scream in a soaking wet diaper and starve while Justin yelled at him to lay down. Justin wanted to stay in bed. Oliver wanted to be dry, safe, and fed. Fucker.
So, I just took Ollie with while I took Gabe to school (missed his PT because of frozen fucking car). Later, at 1130, I asked Justin to watch the baby while I took Evie to her doctor appointment and ran 2 small errands in town. He said he'd get up. He did, but insisted on taking a shit while I was walking out the door. WHY THE HELL CAN'T THE BABY JUST BE IN THE BATHROOM WITH YOU??? I don't get privacy while I pee. Or bathe. Or shop. Or clean. Or sleep. Or watch tv. Or ANYTHING. Yet Justin gets his 3+ hours each night to do fuck-all childless. He gets to sleep half his night childless. He gets to bath and shit childless. Fuck him.
Anyway, I made it to Evie's appt 12 minutes late. She's mostly fine. No meds, just better hygiene. I get home and it's 15 minutes until Evie's speech therapist gets there. Justin has not bothered to clean ANYTHING from the party the day before. I race around like a chicken with my head cut off cleaning up and trying to feed Evie all at once. Then Justin comes downstairs and says, "Ollie's been crying for a while. Why didn't you get him?" He was showering. I didn't hear the baby, but my hearing sucks. Justin then hands me the baby (soaked in his own piss, Justin has changed Oliver's diaper maybe 12 times since birth) and asks if I washed his fill-in-the-blank-work-clothes.
He actually thought it would cheer me up to tell me that he understands that I work too. I'm the housekeeper. I'M THE FUCKING MAID. He actually thinks of me that way.
FUCK HIM.
So, then I start to tally up bills vs. income for the rest of the month. I spent $45 too much while holiday shopping and in the mad dash to cover expenses, both of our rent checks bounced. So uncool. But between Justin's many family members, we were handed $630, so I thought that surely all would be well.
Nope.
Justin insists on keeping our joint savings account open. He wants to pool monthly monies there to pay bills half and half, theoretically so that we can both keep extra money in our own accounts to spend as we see fit. Well, there isn't any extra. Never is. And now we live 25 minutes away from the bank and money never gets pooled in this account. This account that automatic withdrawals are set to. So we haven't properly paid insurance in months and this pooled account BS has cost us $250 in fines this year. That's more than the Renters policy, itself.
Bull shit.
And he's going on and on about video games that he wants and "I know you're going to be mad, but I spend money anyway" on extra games. Instead of buying windshield wipers (his don't even make contact anymore) or transmission fluid (he has mentioned it for weeks. I bought fluid and told him how to put it in. he hasn't. his car guzzles gas. justin in a fucker)
