Plucking my last nerve
Mar. 29th, 2008 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
christinex1001OK, I think most of you on here know I love my husband very, very much. He's a wonderful guy (98.7% of the time, anyway).
However...
When his daughter is over here for the weekend, it is a totally different ball of wax. Most of the time I just try to stay out of their way, even though I usually get the feeling I'm only here to feed them dinner (I put my foot down on the whole breakfast/lunch thing a long time ago...sorry, but my mother expected me to feed myself for those meals after I was about eight or nine, and I don't see why Kate should be treated any differently).
But OK. I'd hide here in the office and write and surf the 'net or play in Photoshop or do whatever else it is I usually do when I need to keep myself amused. This weekend, however, Erik decides it would be really nifty to get a LAN going so he and Kate could play networked games. Which means he is in here, in the office, in the one fucking sanctuary I have when Kate is here for the weekend (I love my house, but it's not a mansion or anything), hammering away at this stupid first-person shooter game and yelling comments out the door from time to time, since she's on the other side of the house in her room. I can't even go in the front room and watch TV because of the aforementioned kibbitzing that's going on.
And then when he finally asks me if I'm upset about something, and I tell him, he acts all surprised, like there's no reason in the world why I should be upset that he's taken away the ONE goddamn room in the house where I can have some privacy. The thing that really galls me is he's got a GameCube and a big TV up in the office over the garage, and there's no reason in hell why he couldn't be up there playing a game with Kate, except that he claims this is "more interactive." Excuse me? How is having your kid on one side of the house and you on the other "interactive"?
I'm also irritated because he made bread in the kitchen this morning and made a huge mess that only got a half-assed attempt at cleanup...which meant that of course I had to go back in there and clean things properly...on top of me doing all the laundry and going to the store and hauling in all the frigging groceries and putting them away, since of course he was too busy playing a video game to help out.
Bah!
And it doesn't help that I updated my Star Wars story last night and haven't gotten one stinking review on it. Sigh.
You know, I remember the days when I actually looked forward to the weekend....
However...
When his daughter is over here for the weekend, it is a totally different ball of wax. Most of the time I just try to stay out of their way, even though I usually get the feeling I'm only here to feed them dinner (I put my foot down on the whole breakfast/lunch thing a long time ago...sorry, but my mother expected me to feed myself for those meals after I was about eight or nine, and I don't see why Kate should be treated any differently).
But OK. I'd hide here in the office and write and surf the 'net or play in Photoshop or do whatever else it is I usually do when I need to keep myself amused. This weekend, however, Erik decides it would be really nifty to get a LAN going so he and Kate could play networked games. Which means he is in here, in the office, in the one fucking sanctuary I have when Kate is here for the weekend (I love my house, but it's not a mansion or anything), hammering away at this stupid first-person shooter game and yelling comments out the door from time to time, since she's on the other side of the house in her room. I can't even go in the front room and watch TV because of the aforementioned kibbitzing that's going on.
And then when he finally asks me if I'm upset about something, and I tell him, he acts all surprised, like there's no reason in the world why I should be upset that he's taken away the ONE goddamn room in the house where I can have some privacy. The thing that really galls me is he's got a GameCube and a big TV up in the office over the garage, and there's no reason in hell why he couldn't be up there playing a game with Kate, except that he claims this is "more interactive." Excuse me? How is having your kid on one side of the house and you on the other "interactive"?
I'm also irritated because he made bread in the kitchen this morning and made a huge mess that only got a half-assed attempt at cleanup...which meant that of course I had to go back in there and clean things properly...on top of me doing all the laundry and going to the store and hauling in all the frigging groceries and putting them away, since of course he was too busy playing a video game to help out.
Bah!
And it doesn't help that I updated my Star Wars story last night and haven't gotten one stinking review on it. Sigh.
You know, I remember the days when I actually looked forward to the weekend....
