Girl's Night Out
The kids were driving me a little crazy this week. It's always more difficult when John's out of town. Jacob and Jessica always seem to want to go in different directions and want me to go with them. If only I could clone myself on these days!
On Thursday, I asked John if I could call Julie and Sherry to go out to eat and do a little shopping Friday night. He said sure, so I made the arrangements.
The next day, John called me and said the guys really wanted to watch the Packer game. I was like, okay, then watch it. He says it will be difficult with the kids there. I said, you want me to say that we will not go out to eat and stay home with the kids so that you guys can watch the game uninterupted. He said YES! I told him that's really fucked up.
The guys take off all the time for golf games, down to the bar after work, working on each other's vehicles, and other little projects, all while we (the girls) are home with the kids. When I ask for ONE evening out of the house, he wants me to cancel my plans for a stupid football game??!! It's not even regular season! John doesn't even usually watch football!!
I told him that he was being very unfair. He that if I was going to go, he was going to see if my parents would watch our kids and Steve and Danny were going to get sitters, too. Whatever.
As it turned out, Danny and Julie couldn't find a sitter. Steve (Sherry's boyfriend) said it wasn't a big deal to pick up her son, Kyle. John came home from work all pissed off and said that I fucked up the night for him. When Julie called and said they couldn't find a sitter, I told her that Danny should just bring the kids over. I guess I wasn't supposed to have done that. Stupid me.
So Danny came over with Allison (2 yrs) and left Ben (1 yr) with his brother. Steve came over with Kyle (4 yrs) and John had Jacob (8 yrs) and Jessica (4yrs). Four kids, three guys. Not a big deal, right?!
Sherry, Julie, and I finally left for Applebee's around 6:30-6:45. We had a very nice time visiting. Then we walked over to Kohl's. We were there until about 9:15.
When we left Kohl's, Julie got a phone call from Danny's brother asking where Danny was. Apparently, Danny was supposed to have picked up Ben by 8:30p. Everything just blew up from there. Julie was screaming at Danny 'why can't you be responsible for just one night??!', blah, blah, blah. Danny ended up hanging up on her. She breaks down saying how she hates him and is going to end up divorcing him. Then she says that would be too easy and she'll just make him miserable.
We dropped Sherry off at her house and Julie and I went to Randolph to pick up Ben. It was pouring out. I could only go about 35-40mph because it was raining so hard.
We finally get to the house only to find out that Danny had just picked up Ben. Then I have to take Julie home. I finally got home around 11p.
John was fine when I got home. He said it wasn't bad at all with the kids. Duh. When they're all together, they play really good. John and I talked about the whole Danny/Julie situation. Said they really need some counseling. They both have a hard time being responsible with money. Whenever one of them has to stay home with the kids, the other one gets really mad. The ironic thing is that Julie is always saying that next summer, they're going to get pregnant again. They are the only ones that think that's a good idea.
The next morning, John was talking to Steve. Danny called Sherry at 11:30p and said that Julie was freaking out, saying she wanted to kill herself. Julie got on the phone and said that somebody needed to commit her to Mendota (mental health institute). They talked for about an hour and I guess Julie calmed down.
John doesn't want to get involved at all. He said that it's none of our business. I don't agree. It seems obvious to me that they need some intervention. Of course, me saying that is like the pot calling the kettle black. John wouldn't ever do counseling. He doesn't think he does anything wrong. Seriously. When I first got my Effexor (anti-depress med) prescrip, I was in counseling. The counselor asked John to come in to talk with us. He sat there the whole time with his arms crossed over his chest saying that he thought our life was great, that he was great, that we were great. He's very frustrating that way.
On Thursday, I asked John if I could call Julie and Sherry to go out to eat and do a little shopping Friday night. He said sure, so I made the arrangements.
The next day, John called me and said the guys really wanted to watch the Packer game. I was like, okay, then watch it. He says it will be difficult with the kids there. I said, you want me to say that we will not go out to eat and stay home with the kids so that you guys can watch the game uninterupted. He said YES! I told him that's really fucked up.
The guys take off all the time for golf games, down to the bar after work, working on each other's vehicles, and other little projects, all while we (the girls) are home with the kids. When I ask for ONE evening out of the house, he wants me to cancel my plans for a stupid football game??!! It's not even regular season! John doesn't even usually watch football!!
I told him that he was being very unfair. He that if I was going to go, he was going to see if my parents would watch our kids and Steve and Danny were going to get sitters, too. Whatever.
As it turned out, Danny and Julie couldn't find a sitter. Steve (Sherry's boyfriend) said it wasn't a big deal to pick up her son, Kyle. John came home from work all pissed off and said that I fucked up the night for him. When Julie called and said they couldn't find a sitter, I told her that Danny should just bring the kids over. I guess I wasn't supposed to have done that. Stupid me.
So Danny came over with Allison (2 yrs) and left Ben (1 yr) with his brother. Steve came over with Kyle (4 yrs) and John had Jacob (8 yrs) and Jessica (4yrs). Four kids, three guys. Not a big deal, right?!
Sherry, Julie, and I finally left for Applebee's around 6:30-6:45. We had a very nice time visiting. Then we walked over to Kohl's. We were there until about 9:15.
When we left Kohl's, Julie got a phone call from Danny's brother asking where Danny was. Apparently, Danny was supposed to have picked up Ben by 8:30p. Everything just blew up from there. Julie was screaming at Danny 'why can't you be responsible for just one night??!', blah, blah, blah. Danny ended up hanging up on her. She breaks down saying how she hates him and is going to end up divorcing him. Then she says that would be too easy and she'll just make him miserable.
We dropped Sherry off at her house and Julie and I went to Randolph to pick up Ben. It was pouring out. I could only go about 35-40mph because it was raining so hard.
We finally get to the house only to find out that Danny had just picked up Ben. Then I have to take Julie home. I finally got home around 11p.
John was fine when I got home. He said it wasn't bad at all with the kids. Duh. When they're all together, they play really good. John and I talked about the whole Danny/Julie situation. Said they really need some counseling. They both have a hard time being responsible with money. Whenever one of them has to stay home with the kids, the other one gets really mad. The ironic thing is that Julie is always saying that next summer, they're going to get pregnant again. They are the only ones that think that's a good idea.
The next morning, John was talking to Steve. Danny called Sherry at 11:30p and said that Julie was freaking out, saying she wanted to kill herself. Julie got on the phone and said that somebody needed to commit her to Mendota (mental health institute). They talked for about an hour and I guess Julie calmed down.
John doesn't want to get involved at all. He said that it's none of our business. I don't agree. It seems obvious to me that they need some intervention. Of course, me saying that is like the pot calling the kettle black. John wouldn't ever do counseling. He doesn't think he does anything wrong. Seriously. When I first got my Effexor (anti-depress med) prescrip, I was in counseling. The counselor asked John to come in to talk with us. He sat there the whole time with his arms crossed over his chest saying that he thought our life was great, that he was great, that we were great. He's very frustrating that way.
posted by Nikki @ 10:25 AM
1 Comments:
At 9:20 PM,
Bob said…
Tracey and I struggle with that kind of stuff all the time. As it turns out, each of us rarely go out with just our friends now. And then because so few of our friends have kids, well, it just makes it that much harder.
It sounds like you and John need to talk and work some things out. I know, I know. Much easier said than done. It just seems like there are a few things bothering you that, if they don't get worked out, could become much bigger problems. I just hope they don't.
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