Sorry if this turns out to be long. I'll try to be as brief as possible. But I need to start at the beginning.
Yesterday was not a good day for the girls. Neither was feeling very well and Kali went to bed early. Kelci on the other hand was up and down all evening. Her naps were literally 10 minutes or so each and she just plain wasn't happy. By the end of the night I was so exhausted that when Tyler walked in the door all pumped from work I just handed her to him and staggered off to bed. Well 10 minutes later he comes and puts her into her bed and crawls into bed himself. She wakes up of course and he wants me to get her. Gee, thanks for the break.
So this morning I'm all worried about how things are going to go because I have to get Kale off to school by 8:30, Kali to daycare and Kelci and I to an appointment by 9:30. And I don't have a car. Then I have to get to work for the noon hour rush. So I'm getting myself geared up and Tyler tells me he doesn't work this morning. Uh....what? Why then are we paying $39 for Kali to go to daycare? It was too late to cancel since she wasn't sick and there was no way to get a dr's note. We would have been billed anyway, so she might as well go. But he apparently knew this last week!
Whatever. I figured, he'll have the morning and most of the afternoon to get some stuff done around here. We have a ton of stuff to get done to get this place ready for winter, most of which I need to do myself, since that kind of stuff is not Tyler's forte. But he can at least get the dishes done, do the floors and get a load of two of laundry done so that I can just work on the winterizing stuff when I get home, and Halloween costumes after Kali is in bed. Well, he calls me at work and tells me he was indeed supposed to work today, but at 1:30, so I needed to be home for Kale at 3:30. That also meant I needed to pick up Kali, which was not on my agenda. Oh well, I did that and rushed home.
Ya...walk in...huge mess! I don't even think it was this messy when I left. He's got dirty clothes on the floor in the kitchen. Dirty dishes on the coffee table. The dogs have obviously had a hayday with a diaper in the kitchen since its shredded all over the place. He had filled the sink with dirty dishes and water, which was cold by the time I got here, Nice.
He called shortly after I got home. I don't even remember why. I was so mad. He said he tidied the living room and started on the dishes but then he got called to work and had to rush out. The living room is a disaster. The toys that Kali had pulled out this morning are still where she left them. Her highchair was folded and put in the corner, but it had food all over it. The floor is a mess. I don't even know where to start. I just want to cry.
So people, I need some support. What would you do in my situation? I'm so sick of this. Honestly, if I was independently wealthy or even thought I could survive on the child support I'd get from him, he'd be gone. He's no help besides financially. But he doesn't make that much money. I just don't want another kid to take care of, and right now that's all he is. Honestly, when we go to Walmart to buy diapers or other necessities, he whines as bad as Kale when he doesn't get a game for his DS or some other system. We badly need a new stove, only one small burner works on it, the oven is shot, but he thinks a new TV is a bigger priority. We have a 27" sitting in the living room that just isn't as clear as an LCD so it obviously needs to go! Granted a new TV would be nice, but we don't NEED it.
Well, if you got this far, I have to thank you. I really just need someone to vent to. Well, and maybe a maid. And a general contractor to winterize my home. And a stove. But mostly just someone to listen. Thanks so much. {wanders off to bang head on something solid}