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saying her new fave word. HI. so today fh was in a mood all day and finally about a half hour before bathtime, he shares why.

some guys he works with (who up until a month ago or so i was under the impression of them being buds) had some inside jokes on friday, apparently. at fh’s expense. where he could hear em. that would piss me off too. but hey, let’s hear how it gets worse.

so, you know how some guys, ’specially the tradesguys can have potty mouths? know how they can totally crudely joke with each other about how bent over for who the last time and who needs to mount who’s mother? yeah, i love that, too. until this.

turns out these guys are joking around about my daughter getting fucked and giving head. seriously. about my fucking 17 month old barely not a baby.

makes sense why he’d be such an ass this afternoon and just steaming and therefore with no patience and therefore annoying to the nth degree to me. but he made a mistake. cuz he told me.

and sadly…

he went over all of these scenarios about how he wants to fight these guys and tell them off, or bring it up in a company meeting about being just a tad upset about it. i talked him down, i said you can’t be violent because you’ll lose your job and i need you to keep your job and you need your job so it’s not an option. we talked about him publicly humiliating these guys about their facebook addictions and penis envy. we talked about him going to management and saying he won’t work on the road with them anymore.

then i clued in. these guys were talking about doing my daughter, themselves, as if it was funny. i had thought it was like a futuristic, ‘one day, guys are going to be nailing this girl’ type comment, which is suspect and definitely not cool with her dad. but you know, it’s probably true.

but no. 24 year old men thought it was fucking hilarious to talk about my kid in a pornorific sense. about my 17-month old daughter taking both of them at the same time.

how hard do you think it is going to be for me to sit by and say and do nothing? if fh does not, i claim the authority.

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notstraightnotlevelOMGOCD k, i’m not totally freaking – just mildly like, wheezing, under the stress of it all.

z has entered an entirely new realm of separation anxiety in which i am not allowed to be standing next to her or apart from her (even if only by a foot or two) unless i am willing to pick her up. so, the old ability to wash dishes, prepare food, etc. is only possible when and if i’m ok with her screeching beside me, hugging my ankles like some subservient.

which i think we all know is a joke. she’s obviously not the subservient one, right? since i’m the one back to doing everything during her sleeping hours, so as not to annoy the lass.

today’s sleeping – gong show. and now, it’s ferberizing time and therefore her sleep is much needed and unwelcome at the same time. she alternates between wails and giggles, so like, when do i start timing, for fuck’s sake?

see? like right now. quiet. almost sleeping kind of quiet. then oops, stupid loud keyboard stirred the angry dragon and it’s back to, “mommy. why do you hate me so much? why won’t you rock me to sleep for an hour? you’re not even my real mother, are you?”

hard times. so, i have to wait for her holiness to slumber hard so i can wash three day’s worth of dishes. i’m really looking forward to it.