So I was scanning threw my facebook this morning when I came across an article about a pregnant woman who was denied a glass of wine by a waiter at a restaurant. The woman said her OB oked it and the waiter simply replied "yea Ive heard that before". For one bitch isnt getting a tip. For two she basically refused to serve this woman simply because she was pregnant (which she had no proof of until the woman said her OB was cool with it). If there was a restaurant policy against it, would have been posted some where and the waiter would have HAD to say its against policy, but NO instead she was a snippy little bitch about it. I drank wine in my last 2 weeks of pregnancy in an attempt to get Miss L out of me. It did not work and it wasnt even 6 ozs of wine, it was like 4. Just enough to make me want more, but not dare do it. Now I could understand if the woman had been like "Hey I want two tequila slammers and a pitcher of beer", but she didnt. She asked for a small glass of wine. So again I say Bitch isnt getting a tip. Rant one over.
So I'm rocking Miss L yesterday. Miss G is enjoying a puzzle on the floor and for a small moment in our day, the house is at peace. Everyone has had lunch, so bellies are full and nap time is only 30 minutes away, bliss. Then the phone rings. Its the darling husband. When I answer he seems happy, so when he asked me if a friends mother worked at the water company I had zero idea where this was going. We had recently (by recently I mean memorial day) run into this friend and her mother and sister while in Walmart. We were visiting my family (which I still am) and chatted up with them for a few minutes catching up. Fast forward back to the husband and his question. I told him yes and he told me his father had just called. Again no idea by his tone where this is going. When his father went to pay his water bill, he saw our friends mother. She was telling him how she saw his gorgeous Granddaughters in Wal Mart. Still not getting where this is going, and honestly its my fault for not seeing it coming. His father was calling to bitch out my dear sweet husband for being in town and "not telling him"
ONE. We did tell him two weeks before we came. Informed him we would only be in town for 6 days and planned on going to the zoo. His response: If you dont want me to see them then just tell me.
TWO: My husband and I have given that jackass notice of every time we will be coming to visit so that he can make plans to see his now granddaughters. His response: You wont bring them over to my house.
SIDENOTE: His woman did a drug deal while my husband was there on a day Miss G and I were suppose to go over but didnt due to me getting violently ill.
TWO A: Husband explained for the 152nd time that he was forced to grow up around that stuff and will not allow his children to be put into any type of situation like that. Not only could that have caused him to loose his daughter had she been with him, but it could destroy his career. His fathers response: So you dont trust me. You always try and get us to go out to eat when you come to town at really expensive places and we dont have money for that shit. Why cant you choose some place like Mc Donalds?
THREE: We only suggested we go out to eat once and it was at Christmas. Told you about it a month in advance so that everyone could come up with the maybe 40 dollars it would cost (two people can eat at this particular restaurant for around 25 dollars...) and left it up to you and everyone else to decide where you wanted to eat. Though we dont eat Mc Donalds nor do we allow our 2 year old to eat it, we would have gladly sat with you and visited. His response: If you dont want me in your life just say so.
After a few more low blows from his father and him informing my husband that he needs to get HIS life together (which is laughable because my husband works his ass off and though he is getting out of the Army he already has another job lined up) my husband had had enough. He informed him yet again that he had never denied him access to his granddaught(s) but since he seems to convinced that my husband wants nothing to do with him then fine. My husband will no longer be calling his father and when we come to town it will not be to see him. He wont be telling him and will have nothing to do with him from this point on.
This is not the first fall out they have had. The first was when his father decided he was going to beat him. My husband was 17, a skater, in wonderful health, and beat the hell out of his father. Did his father throw the first punch and get a hit in, yes. Bruised his face and cut his lip, did my husband hold back when he was defending himself? No and had to be pulled off of his father. My husband is not an angry man, but after the years of crap his father has put him and his brothers threw I didnt blame him. His father was the one who made a move to make peace right before my husband left for basic. Their relationship has be rocky but up until yesterday it has also been ok. I dont think there will be much coming back from this.
Now for the last of my Seriously? moments. After five days of little sleep due to a sick colicy baby, my phone rings yet again. It is my husband and he sounds panicked. He tells me someone just called him telling him that I am about to go to jail because I was suppose to show up for Jury duty and never did. He gives me a number to call. I call it. After listening to it and getting pissed waiting for the option of speak to a human being it informs me that this is a joke. I refuse to take my husbands phone calls.
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