My son (JM) is mad at me right now. He and many of his former high school and/or Little League baseball teammates are playing in a softball tournament this weekend, and he’s mad at me because I’m not there.
Boo freaking hoo, kid.
I love baseball. I loved watching him play baseball, and honestly? I’d probably enjoy hanging out watching him play softball, sans the other parents, most of whom I never liked much in the first place.
But I’m fed up. I spent a good chunk of my last day of vacation cleaning up just a small portion of the kitchen, and the next day when I came home from work (albeit late because I’d gone to visit Kat and Miss Laurel), everything I’d done had been undone, and there was a sink full of dirty dishes.
So, pardon my language, but everyone else in this house (and yes, this includes The Boyfriend) can just fuck off. Why should I do something you want me to do, when you don’t do any of the things I want you to do? Why should I spend an afternoon in an uncomfortable social situation for your sake when you can’t clean up after yourself to reduce my stress level just a little bit?
I can happily absorb myself in my own world of reading information. I can ignore everything around me, as long as I ignore everyone around me as well. But if you want me to pay attention to you? Keep in mind that every time I look at you, I see my environment, too. And seeing it just pisses me off even more.