The One Where I Throw a Hissy-Fit For You All To See.....

I've had it with these people that live with me.  I'm done.

Not one person in this house listens to anything I say.  Period.  If I had any pets they'd probably ignore me too.....

I have been asking Man-Child for OVER A MONTH (on a daily basis, no less) to schedule his Junior Interview.  It still hasn't been done.  Today, being an exceptionally quiet day at the office, I cruised over to the school's website and noticed that they've announced (for what is most likely the 100th time) a webcast for juniors this evening on The Complete Application - now I'm not quite sure what that is, but I believe it has something to with easing the process of completing applications for college - you know, so you don't have to write out every single one.  This is important.  So I sent him a text asking him to watch this webcast and reminding him AGAIN to schedule his $%@#**@ Junior Interview.

(I left out the $$%@#**@ part - but I was thinking it).

The webcast was scheduled to start at 5:00 pm.  More than enough time for all the kids to get home from school, have a snack, register and set up to watch.  Or so you'd think.

At 4:55 pm, he calls me to ask me how to get to the site - how the hell should I know - wasn't that explained in the announcement this morning?  Lucky for him, I printed it off because I knew he'd be calling - because I knew he couldn't be bothered to have written it down.  I explained to him that he had to register and where to go to do so.  From there he should have received instructions.  "Good!" I thought, he's finally doing something that will ensure his future success.

Until I got home.  And he wasn't on the webcast - because he got frustrated at trying to register.  I took a deep breath and changed the subject.  I asked if he'd scheduled his interview.  The lame excuse I got was that he'd  a bad day and never saw anyone in the office (oh please - there is always someone there - does he think I'm an idiot?).

Needless to say, I lost it.

I am so very tired of being the only person in this house who seems to have any concern about preparing for college.  Or for preparing for a job interview.....

To backtrack.  Last week Hubby got a call for an interview for today (keep your fingers crossed please).  I told him then he needed to go buy a suit or something.  The position he'd been in for the past 10 years did not require a suit.  So he only had one.  One that no longer fit quite so well and had mysteriously sprouted a hole. (????)

Actually, I've been telling him for the past six months that he needs a suit.  I understand he doesn't want to spend the money right now - but seriously?

So he finally bought a blue blazer, with the thought that the types of jobs he's been applying for a suit might look "overdone."  Fine, I get that.  But buddy?  You need some pants to go with that blazer.  And NO, those black pants don't work.

Now let me interject here that I would have bought him something.  I would have found the time, somehow, and taken this task off his plate.  But about two years ago he decided that he is a "big boy" and has his own tastes (which I personally do not like; which is a nice way of saying he has no taste, in my opinion.  Plus there's the fact he is pretty much color blind) and has decreed that he will buy his own clothes from now on.  And that is why I did not get involved in this project.  But I DID explain to him what he needs to buy.

I told him again last week to go get a suit or something.  He never did.  Then he finally came home with another blazer - this one black with some kind of stripes.  It still doesn't match the damn black pants.  So when I finally saw what he planned on wearing (last night!) I put the kibosh on it.

So about 9:00 pm last night, while he was blissfully snoozing on the couch (the jerk), I was rummaging through his closet for something suitable.  I finally decided that the blue blazer, a shirt and tie, with khakis would be fine for this particular interview and I set it all out for him because dammit, I AM a good wife.


This morning when I asked him if he saw what I'd set out for him to wear - he told me that he was going to wear the black jacket with the mis-matched pants.  When I explained how he couldn't and what he needed to wear instead - his only response was one of utter confusion.  He couldn't understand how black can't match black. And yeah, with that whole color blind thing going on try explaining shades to him!

When I asked what the problem was with my outfit choice - he informed me that the khakis don't fit. (NOW you tell me?  Seriously? NOW?).  Then went on to explain that the blue blazer wasn't his (then whose was it?? I know it's not mine!) AND that it is missing the buttons (what in the hell is going on his closet anyway? First mysterious holes and now missing buttons? I know I don't have these problems in my closet!).  Even later he informed me that he found his blazer in MC's room - on the floor and behind a door(?) in a total wrinkled mess and not wearable.  I still don't know:

1) who that first blazer belongs too or where the buttons went and
2) why Hubby's blazer was in Man-Child's room - on the floor and behind a door - in the first place.

Well - at this point I kinda lost it (for the first time today - but not the last obviously).  I told him that I had TOLD him to buy something and his only response was that he had.  But seriously?!  How could he have not planned this out in advance?

I finally just walked away.  Because I had to get ready for work and there was simply nothing more that I could do.  So what did he wear?  I don't know.  I do know that damn black jacket wasn't worn - it was expressly forbidden and still hanging in the closet when he left.  But that's all I know.  He did tell me that he felt the interview went well - so, we will see (fingers crossed, prayers being sent up, rosaries being said, good vibes.  All of it!).

I work a full time job.  I do all the household crap around here.  I do the laundry. I remember the birthdays and other occasions.  I buy the cards, the gifts, etc.  I ensure that all paperwork is done and turned in to whatever institution it belongs to one time. I keep up with deadlines and to-do's for each of them and remind them and remind them and remind them - to the point that they consider it nagging. In addition to all that, I do everything else that needs to be done.  I do it all.

And I'm tired of it.

I'm tired of being the only one who cares.  Who thinks of this stuff.  The only one does the stuff.  And when it doesn't get done because of a failure on their part they expect me to wiggle my nose (a la Samantha from Bewitched) and "fix it."

No more.  I'm done.  At this point, they can both {insert very un-ladylike phrase here}.

I think I need a vacation.  By myself.  Somewhere tropical would be nice.....

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Sorry to rant - I wasn't going to post this.  But then I thought - what the hell?  I'm sure there is someone else out there, somewhere, who would be happy to realize that they are not alone.

And if that's you?  Well then you need to come on this mythical tropical vacation with me!  We will sit on the beach, drinking fun drinks with umbrellas and not worrying about anyone else but us.....doesn't that sound heavenly?  Ahhhhhh....to dream......