This is the worst Christmas ever, and I'm very upset about the whole thing. I'm at my wits end with dh, and I just don't even know what to do about it. All he seems to care about is himself. Yeah he's a good dad to dd, but acts like a babysitter to ds. I work every weekend (24-32 hours) and sometimes during the week (an additional 8-12 on the overnight shift, I normally work days), next week I'll be starting a second job so I'll be working even more. Sometimes when I work days during the week, I have to get everything ready for ds and dd the night before. I get up at 5am, get myself ready for work pack up ds and drive 30 minutes to drop him off at my moms. Then from there I drive 40 minutes to work. I work 8-12 hours and then drive all the way back to my moms to pick up ds and then drive all the way back home. On Fridays in preparation for me being at work (normally 7am-7:30pm Sat and Sun usually later) I have to have everything ready for the kids even though they'll be home with dh, and I get all of my stuff ready for work. When I'm not working during the week, I shop, clean, take care of the baby, drop dd off at school, pick her up from school, and have dinner ready. Dh gets up in the morning for work and gets himself ready and comes home from work, helps himself to dinner, and then lays on the sofa and watches tv/plays on the computer (must be nice!). When I complain about how I do everything, he starts in, "well I work!". Guess what, me too! Just because I work fewer days (because they're over 12 hours each as an RN in a hospital on a busy floor), I still work. When I hand him ds to hold he says, "why are you giving him to me?" (because you're his father!) and he comes back with "well, I have them all weekend." (but everything is done for them. Their clothes are laid out, they're food is prepared. All you have to do is play with them.)
So this Wednesday he asks me, "so what do you want for Christmas?" Um, it's 2 days away and you're asking me now. I responded, "well, if you haven't gotten me anything by now." He then continued to ask. I said, "whatever" rather sarcastically, I mean come on. So yesterday, Christmas Eve, me and dd are wrapping gifts and he drops some giftcards next to me. "here ya go" he says (they're re-gifts, the leftovers from what he gave his staff). I was livid, he couldn't even wrap it or put it in a card to pretend he put some thought into it. Christmas morning he got his gifts, laptop, clothes, socks, and underwear (stuff he's been complaining about needing for some time) and I got nothing. Not the bowling shoes I've been talking about for the past 3 months, not a lottery ticket (I play every week), not even a bag of Swedish fish (my fave), NOTHING! Oh wait, he did put those gift cards in an envelope
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Last night we went to his family's house to exchange gifts and have dinner. Today we were supposed to go to my moms. His mother asked us to go there again today for dinner, and because the roads were going to be bad I postponed going to my moms, and agreed to come and offered to make baked mac & cheese, but she didn't give us a time (I figured 5 or 6p because we didn't eat until 7:30p yesterday).
This morning after the unwrapping, I went to make breakfast, it was 11am. I start peeling potatoes for home fries, get the bacon going and he calls his mom and she says dinner is at 1pm. What?! Dd hadn't even played with any of her gifts yet, I still had to make breakfast and the mac and cheese, and get the kids ready! And don't forget, today is friday, so I have a long weekend ahead of me at work, plus I'm working Tuesday and Wednesday of next week. Then dh says, "will you hurry up and take him (ds), I have to shave, do my hair, take a shower, and get dressed!"
I threw the peeled potatoes out, didn't bother with the cinnamon buns, but I did make ham & cheese omelettes and bacon. I then made mac and cheese, then got dd ready, then got ds ready, then got myself ready, but I still had to feed ds and do dd's hair and it's 1:15p. Dh is rushing me, "what's taking so long" I mentioned all the things I had to do alone, and how he only thought about himself and he says, "so you made breakfast, it wasn't even that good." I told him to go without me, he took dd and I stayed home with ds. I called at 2pm so they didnt wait around for me to eat, to say I wasn't coming. My niece just called to ask why I didn't come, and I said because I wasn't feeling well. She said, we all wanted to see the baby and I said, he'll be over tomorrow. (dh goes to his mothers every Saturday, I wonder why...) They just saw the baby yesterday at dinner and we did gifts yesterday. We were supposed to be at my familiy's today anyway (of which I doubt dh wouldve come, he never does).
Sorry for the long vent, I just had to let this off of my chest.
So this Wednesday he asks me, "so what do you want for Christmas?" Um, it's 2 days away and you're asking me now. I responded, "well, if you haven't gotten me anything by now." He then continued to ask. I said, "whatever" rather sarcastically, I mean come on. So yesterday, Christmas Eve, me and dd are wrapping gifts and he drops some giftcards next to me. "here ya go" he says (they're re-gifts, the leftovers from what he gave his staff). I was livid, he couldn't even wrap it or put it in a card to pretend he put some thought into it. Christmas morning he got his gifts, laptop, clothes, socks, and underwear (stuff he's been complaining about needing for some time) and I got nothing. Not the bowling shoes I've been talking about for the past 3 months, not a lottery ticket (I play every week), not even a bag of Swedish fish (my fave), NOTHING! Oh wait, he did put those gift cards in an envelope
. Last night we went to his family's house to exchange gifts and have dinner. Today we were supposed to go to my moms. His mother asked us to go there again today for dinner, and because the roads were going to be bad I postponed going to my moms, and agreed to come and offered to make baked mac & cheese, but she didn't give us a time (I figured 5 or 6p because we didn't eat until 7:30p yesterday).
This morning after the unwrapping, I went to make breakfast, it was 11am. I start peeling potatoes for home fries, get the bacon going and he calls his mom and she says dinner is at 1pm. What?! Dd hadn't even played with any of her gifts yet, I still had to make breakfast and the mac and cheese, and get the kids ready! And don't forget, today is friday, so I have a long weekend ahead of me at work, plus I'm working Tuesday and Wednesday of next week. Then dh says, "will you hurry up and take him (ds), I have to shave, do my hair, take a shower, and get dressed!"
I threw the peeled potatoes out, didn't bother with the cinnamon buns, but I did make ham & cheese omelettes and bacon. I then made mac and cheese, then got dd ready, then got ds ready, then got myself ready, but I still had to feed ds and do dd's hair and it's 1:15p. Dh is rushing me, "what's taking so long" I mentioned all the things I had to do alone, and how he only thought about himself and he says, "so you made breakfast, it wasn't even that good." I told him to go without me, he took dd and I stayed home with ds. I called at 2pm so they didnt wait around for me to eat, to say I wasn't coming. My niece just called to ask why I didn't come, and I said because I wasn't feeling well. She said, we all wanted to see the baby and I said, he'll be over tomorrow. (dh goes to his mothers every Saturday, I wonder why...) They just saw the baby yesterday at dinner and we did gifts yesterday. We were supposed to be at my familiy's today anyway (of which I doubt dh wouldve come, he never does).Sorry for the long vent, I just had to let this off of my chest.
