My husband has off from work today. Forgive me for saying so, but it’s like having a third child underfoot! A pain in the ass, old enough to know better child. Case in point: he got up at 11:30 when Ryan was up, and let me sleep in. He seemed disgruntled about it, so I asked him at the time if he wanted me to go ahead and get up. He said no, get some more sleep with Alyssa (she and I had been up and down at different times during the night and morning). So I did. Well, we did, since Alyssa was snoozing away.
1:15pm rolls around, and Dan comes stomping in. “You two have slept long enough”, he bellows, depositing Ryan on the bed with us. Okay. No biggie. We get up.
I come out and find that he never bothered to feed Ryan. The poor kid was up for almost two hours with nothing but a sippy cup of milk. When I asked him why, he shrugged and said, “I didn’t know what to feed him”. Seriously, what a jerk.
If this is an example of how his ten/eleven day vacation is going to be, well, good god, I better start looking into a motel for myself and the kids – or better yet, him. Because if I have to put up with shenanigans like that? Someone will be dead before his vacation is over.
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My name is Jenn, and I'm 27 years old. I'm happily married to my best friend and soulmate, Daniel. Together we have a six year old daughter named 
Name: Alyssa
Name: Ryan
