Please hear me when I say this…Get your grown ass somewhere and SAT down!!!!!!!! How in the Sam hell (whoever Sam is) are you going to be petty and child like because YOU made a decision and didn’t ask me first THEN decide to tell me of said decision and I don’t jump on your bandwagon. Boy bye. I am a planner, I do not, do, like, tolerate or take to kindly to last minute plans. I am not wired that way, and while I am all about change I am not all about change…at the last damn minute. Now, if I have something going on that I intend to make you part of, it’s written on the BIG WHITE BOARD that sits on the side of the refrigerator. You can’t help but see it. We also have at least two to three conversations about it because I must live with the most forgetful man in the world. So with that being said, I don’t consider anything last minute because I like to plan out weeks in advance for whatever. Unless it’s something like hey let’s go get ice cream after work, or can we run to IKEA tomorrow…something simple.
Here is a perfect example of how a little effective communication will prevent a major cussing out. So, again, I advise you (sounds better than tell) of an outing that we have on OUR social calendar (that is also on that dang whiteboard that NOBODY seems to flipping read) as well as have a pretty in depth conversation about said outing. Cool. We have it all set and ready to go. Sometime prior (Feb 19th to be exact) you send me a flyer about a guy retiring at your job. Blank Stare. That’s it. No hey, Mr. so and so is retiring and since we share the same last name, I would like US to attend. Nor a hey this dude is retiring and although you don’t know him but maybe we could go to the shindig and maybe grab a bite to eat afterwards. No, none of that. Matter of fact you kind of forgot about it. What I can not or will not tolerate is you acting like a brat because you forgot about it and want to then kinda pout and throw in my face the fact that we just did something the night before with “my folks” (work or otherwise). Now again mind you, other than you sending me a picture of the flyer you never mentioned it again. Sunday is a prep day for me. Pick out clothes for the week, yes the week, then whatever cleaning not done the day before, or simply to veg out. Mental preparation for Monday is vital and may take all day.
At any rate what’s not going to happen is a last minute decision to attend a retirement party at 6 to end at 8 AND you want me to drive to your job, pick you up, then eat dinner? Have you met me?????? Dude we ain’t doing that…NO SIR! Maybe I’m too rigid on some things but I can’t deal with selfish babies (dressed as 50 something year old men). Stop your whining and pouting and do better. I started this post last week didn’t finish until today and again he does it AGAIN. Sends a flyer with the words Mark it down. Who the hell you talking to first of all. Via text mind you, his only saving grace. I typed back hold the presses. You need to ask me if I got something going on…mind you it’s Monday and this thing is on Saturday…not last minute per say but yes I have plans for Saturday that I made weeks ago…so what it’s in the morning that is not the point. Then I politely state that you can say hey I would like for US to go…why is this so freaking hard? He regroups and ASKS me properly. He thanked for me helping him with his approach with better communicating with me (I was going to light his ass up). I know this seems to be going on forever, I am almost done. This is my process of instead of being a raving lunatic bitch to my husband, I write it all out and then I can move past it.
Exhaling the bullshit…I feel better now.