Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Go away little children

When my children were little, I had much patience and tolerance for them, mainly because they were my children. I don't have tolerance for other people's children unless I want to be bothered with them. So with that said, here is my story.

I was at home chillin and doing something I had been wanting to get done which is to clean out my closet. I had my music playing and I was content. Hubby was sitting outside under the tree chillin as well and just talking to one of our neighbors. I suddendly heard the doorbell ring, but I didn't stop what I was doing because I knew hubby was outside and why would the doorbell be ringing. So the doorbell rings again, which meant I had to stop and go to the door. I look through the peep hole and hubby is still just sitting there, then I see the children from next door. I'm thinking to myself, "what in the world could these little children want." I will admit that before I opened the door, I just stood there looking through the peep hole to see if the children would go away, but to my surprise, I hear hubby telling them to just go on in then. That is when I opened the door and greeted them at the door. I stood there and they are looking up at me and I ask them what can I help them with. They look back at hubby as if they were forced to say something. And hubby then says, "The girls want to talk to you." I just stood in the door and asked them what did they want to talk to me about. Hubby then said that they just want to talk.

I said, "well I am busy, talk right here." The little girls just looked up at me as if I am supposed to let them in. Well I didn't want to. You see, my children are 19 and 17 and if I have a longing to talk with any children under the age of my own children, then I will find the children and talk with them. I went on and let them in and told them to come to the back room with me while I was still cleaning. I asked them what did they want to talk about, and the oldest one, (about age 10) said that they don't know what to talk about and that my hubby told them to come and talk to me. I let them stay for about 10 minutes, then I was so glad that their mother had told them to come home because I was about to tell them it was time for them to go.

Just as soon as they left, I told hubby that he had better not do that again and stop trying to force me to do stuff. He then tells me that they don't have anybody to talk to at their house. And I looked at him and said that is not my problem and they can talk to their mother. I told him that I don't have any 10 and 7 year old friends and they are not my responsibility. I know it may sound harsh, but what else can I talk to them about except what grade are you in and what kind of cartoons do you watch all day? And I still don't give a flipside about that either. I feel that if I don't want to be bothered with other folks children, then I shouldn't have to unless I want to, and frankly, I don't want to.


Monday, May 20, 2013

Money don't grow on trees

I don't care for contracts for cell phones, mainly because if I need to get out of it for some reason, I won't feel like I am bound and have to give up a liver over it. Well once a month when we pay our bills, usually at the beginning of the month, we include hubby's cell phone on the bill list. Once we put minutes on it for the month, then he is set until the next month.

So for the beginning of May, we paid all the bills including hubby's cell phone. I am minding my own business at work when I get a phone call from hubby saying that he needs minutes on his phone. My immediate reaction is to have a change of tone in my voice, because I know good and darn well that minutes were put on his phone on May 3, and here it is just May 20 and he is talking about he need minutes. Hubby then went into child mode because my irate voice then said, "Minutes? Why do you need minutes when you got minutes on May 3?" Hubby's answer, "I don't know." If I had the ability to jump through the phone and shake him silly and then get back at my desk without anyone realizing I am missing, I would have done it.

I said, "You mean to tell me that you talked up a whole month of minutes in two weeks?" His reply, "I guess so." Ok I thought to myself this is not the time to be fussing with him and that I will get him when I get home. He then replys and says, "Well are you going to put more minutes on my phone or not?" No he didn't! Yes he did. I paused on the phone for a few minutes and thought to myself that my hubby has lost his mind. I said to him, "Who in the heck are you talking to where you can't use the house phone?" I didn't even give him a chance to answer. I said goodbye and hung up the phone.

I went on and put the minutes on his phone, but it is coming out of the money that I am supposed to give him. He is going around here acting like he is some teenager thinking that money grows on trees and that we have it like that. I can hardly wait until I get home, because somewhere along the way, he has lost some type of perspective. He hasn't called me back at work. I do not want him to right now. He made my blood boil calling me with that foolishness. I will talk to him when I get home.