Don't come around here no more

[wishing, hoping]

So good morning. Or is it?

I wake up this morning to the sound of H on a rampage. Shutting doors firmly, stomping around. I just roll my eyes and try to go back to sleep. Next thing I know, I hear H in a loud voice talking to someone. I thought he had woken up the kids and so I peeked out of my room. I heard him on the phone downstairs with someone. It was a work-related call and I am guessing H was talking to his boss. H didn't sound happy again. I heard a reference to his boss's boss and H said something about "well, you know this stuff just gets old after a while". I don't know who else besides H talks to their boss that way, but whatever. It seemed like the hammer had been laid down for H to do something he didn't want to because I heard him say "well if the VP says it needs to happen then I guess I'll do it. No, no...I'll take care of it. No problem." Sounds a bit disgruntled.

So I get the kids ready for camp this morning and H is home. Urg. I don't know why, but I try to ignore him. D is tired and grumpy but I work with her and she is fine. We go downstairs and H is in "his chair" on his computer. D goes to give him a hug and she tells H she doesn't want to tie-dye a shirt for herself (today's summer camp project), so could she have one of his. They go upstairs and I see H is typing up a letter about me. I don't know if it was an email or a memo, but he starts out saying he had such a wonderful weekend with the kids and then I started interfering and ruined it. The letter states how I interfered with D taking a shower and how I kept S from going to bed and I am sure he said I was snooping in his room when I was looking for D's laundry. He was upstairs for a while with her and so I went to get her so she could eat breakfast and he was folding up a t-shirt for her. I told him I already got her a shirt and then she told me she didn't want to make one for her, she wanted to make one for daddy. I said okay, let's eat breakfast now.

Downstairs, I see her water bottle is covered in mold inside. She put lemonade in it and never washed it out. I used some vinegar to get it clean and mentioned to D that is why I didn't want her to put lemonade in her water bottle. H says "oh, I was going to clean it out." I told him I had put some vinegar in it. He says no, you need to use bleach. I told him I didn't think it was a good idea to clean a child's water bottle with bleach, but he told me it would be fine. Still skeptical, I said I don't know...well, he did it anyway. It smelled like a pool in the kitchen. He said, you think you are always right about everything, WH. I just kept quiet and packed up the kids' stuff. He said (like a father to a daughter) see how the bleach gets all that stuff off the inside of the water bottle? I said, yes, H, I know how bleach cleans. I use it on the shower and toilets, but not kids' water bottles. I am still kind of shaky about it. I told the kids do not use those water bottles until further notice.

I dropped off the kids at camp and saw H walking down the sidewalk. I was like WTH??? I said to the kids "dad must be getting his car fixed". And S said oh yes, his power steering is out. Hmmm....that must cost a pretty penny to repair. And then D chimes in and says daddy's shoulder is broken inside so he has to go to the doctor to get it fixed. S confirmed that dad needs surgery on his shoulder. So is this another scheme to get paid time off work? Like the OW's disability? One can only wonder.

So I am reeling this morning trying to get my bearings. I am seeing no light at the end of this tunnel. I am starting to think it's an abyss.

WH