Dinner Manners

The following are a few very short stories about my hubby's inner child coming out in full force:

*While at Dinner with Jimmy, I ordered a delicious raspberry lemonade. Considering it cost almost 4 bucks I prompted him to try it since he was the one who actually was going to pay for it. As soon as I gave it to him he blew bubbles with the straw for at least a minute. Really?


*We had plans to go to dinner with a friend and were watching a movie. Since we had reservations at 7 and it was oh, 6:50 I kept bugging Jimmy to turn off the T.V. and get ready. Considering I was full on pajama mode not but 10 minutes prior, this shouldn't be too hard of a task for him. After nagging him 3 times about it, I finally walked over to the T.V. and said (in my best mommy voice):
"Jimmy honey, it's time to get ready now. I gotta turn off the T.V. now cuz we have to leave. So please get ready. "


*Our dog recently broke his leg and has to be in his crate pretty much 100% of the time. One night while we were asleep, he managed to get his cone off and chewed at his bandages. Upon discovering this, Jimmy called the dog an ass hole and said something like " Well, if he keeps acting like this he is gonna lose his leg and it will be his fault." To which I replied: "Babe, he is an animal, he doesn't know any better, does he?" amazingly he had no response.


*My best Friend and I hang out a lot. So much so that Jimmy has nicknamed her my "other husband". We had plans to go to a concert and I was chatting on facebook with Jimmy about it, telling him I really wanted him to come with. "Aren't you going with your other husband?"
"Ya, so what does that have to do with anything. Why are you being such a baby lately? It's really unbecoming of you" I said
Jimmy responded with:
"Why are you being so whiny lately, its really unbecoming of you."
I ended the conversation by stating:
"Seriously? you are only calling me whiny cuz I called you a baby" Then I logged off.

Diaper Changing?!?!

Okay, Okay I know my hubby is a little boy but at least I don't have to change his pampers. However, don't think he hasn't tried to have me do that for him too! Here is a little video that was secretly recorded by his brother a few years back.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8GL5-0n4IVQ

HA HA HA HA HA HA!! ...sigh

Mean Mommy

I now understand why my mom was always yelling at us kids growing up.... because that is the only thing that worked! When asked nicely, children don't take orders seriously since obviously mom doesn't REALLY want it done because she isn't serious (i.e. she isn't screaming mad).

This is essentially what I have to do with my husband. It would be great if I wasn't a yeller and I will be the first to admit that I seem to get to hollering pretty easy. I wanna blame my mom for teaching me that, but I realized that I only get to that place after asking nicely no less than 10 times.

Last night Jimmy and I had a fight about the fact that we need to till and re-sod the yard this weekend because he hates mowing around our strategically placed grass/rock bed/weed garden from hell. So the plan is to take it all out and just have a normal flat grassy yard. He poisoned the entire front yard 3 weeks ago in prep for the big overhaul. So now that everything is dead, and looks oh so lovely might I add, it's finally time to get in there and get our hands dirty. Jimmy claims he can only dedicate Saturday to the yard since he has "Geek Show" on Sunday. In case you were wondering: "Geek Show podcast" http://www.thegeekshowpodcast.com/ Is essentially 6-7 guys sitting around talking about geeky movies, comic books, super heroes and anything else that would repel a woman.

Anyway, when I tell him that our disgusting-neighbor offending-yard comes before the lame podcast, he goes into this giant diatribe about how we couldn't get it all done in two days anyway and how we haven't gotten rid of the rocks and how there is still a cut down dead tree we need to deal with. And of course "we" means "me". He tried to rationalize by saying that geek show would only take 2 hours ( he started the argument

by saying it would only take 4). Long story short I tell him that if he goes to the Geek Show instead of finishing our yard, I would be livid.

His response you ask? "Well, then I guess you will just be livid."

The shit hiteth the fan-eth.

Basically the next hour went from me yelling to storming out of the room and of course yelling more because he kept arguing after I left, and then he followed me, So it ended with me eventually crying of course. This is pretty much how all of our bad arguments go. He acts selfish, I flip out, he acts even more selfish and immature because I have now turned into mean mommy, and then I tire out and start to break down and that is when he finally relents and says he was wrong and sorry and that he loves me more than anything. He ended up actually skipping a free movie screening in order to spend the night hauling rocks out of the yard.

I know he would do anything for me and I have lost count of how many times he has said; "All I want to do is make you happy. I just want to see you smile." I just wish that I didn't have to get to the point of tears along with making several proclamations about how depressing it is that I married a man who is actually a 5 year old boy with a DVD remote in one hand and a light saber in the other.