Man Baby

Likely not the best title... but it's very suiting.

This past weekend was great. My Sister and her husband along with their kids came for a visit. It makes me very happy! I do have to point out that it was too short of a visit, I miss them like mad.

Nonetheless, back to what puts rage in my heart-- My husband!

Friday was a beautiful day, very sunny and hot. Andy asks if it would be alright to go golfing for the afternoon. I said that it would be alright, but please be home in time for when our company arrives. He was there shortly after, close enough. He had a great day.

Friday night was low key, just hung out having a family bbq. Saturday morning rolls around and Andy has a couple of hours work that he needs to go and do. After getting done what needed to, he comes home to get changed and is chomping at the bit to go to the Rugby game. I did not find that it was necessary for him to go watch, after all our visitors would only be her for a day and a half. Out stuck the lip.

Sister and I were going to buzz up to the Superstore and grab a couple of things, and figured that since we were taking the kids with us it would be alright for the boys to go do something for a bit as well. Andy figures that taking Bobby to the rugby game would be a spectacular idea. I asked more than once how long they figured they would be. '45 minutes.' was the time frame he gave me, even though I know full well how it's going to turn out.

After 4 hours, I decide that I should stop by the clubhouse and see how the boys are doing. Sister is in the vehicle behind me, and we are making our way home for dinner. To make a long story short, Andy gets pissed off that I am there to pick him up. (I am not a drill sargent of a wife-- he has very little to follow in the rule book. Also, I did not feel his pain knowing he had a great day golfing the day before.)

Reluctantly he leaves. He beats us home.

I open the door to find him unloading the dishwasher (WTF?!) and literally throwing dishes and slamming cupboard doors in the process. I ask him what his problem is, and not one word was responded. I love mind games.

So while I have a houseful of company, he is throwing his hissy fit. A grown man behaving like a child because he is missing out on the party (Yeah, yeah, I know all about the fun gathering of a sunny sausagefest with $2.50 beers.)

I was so embarrassed, to say the least.

He finishes unloading the dishwasher and goes to his room and slams the door. Really?!?! BIL heads up for a heart to heart. Dad heads home with very few words said while he is there. Short while later, man baby comes down and acts like nothing ever happened. That's what pisses me off the most. Ridiculous.

Sunday, nothing was said. Our company left, and he asks if I would like to go to a movie. I agreed, even going to see the movie that he wanted to. Perfect time for me to ask what the fuck he was thinking when he pulled his stunt the previous day.

His response? 'You guys pulled up with 2 vehicles to come get us. Made me look stupid.'

All of that noise for that?! All because you are 35 years old and it's time to grow up? You have ALL summer to perform at the clubhouse.

Until next time, Man Baby.