So the stress of raising children can get to anyone from time to time. Never mind raising children with special needs. My husband is a great guy but he tends to avoid problems while I confront things head on. So even though my husband was a Teamster Driver and always was home each night he decided to take an over the road bid. This meant he would be away from home three nights a week. Great plan on his part! Unlike typical over the road drivers an over the road teamster driver gets to stay in decent hotels, not in their truck. They have access to a pool and jacuzzi too. Meantime, I’d be home to deal with the school, take care of the children, take my son to therapy, pay the bills, cook, clean, grocery shop, and go to my office twice a week which was 60 miles each way to the office. I did have an au pair by this point. Our first one! But au pairs can only do so much!!!
As time passed things were getting very heated with the school. I was trying to keep my head above water managing practically everything. I really needed to talk to my husband. I had just finished cleaning the entire house and my kitchen was gleaming. The wood floors were spotless. This is a HUGE accomplishment when you have children.
Shortly after, my husband arrived home. He’d be home for the night before he’d have to leave again in the morning. Soon as he got in, I started to complain. Looking back, I probably bombarded him the minute he walked in the door. But till this day, I still don’t feel bad about that. Heck, after all he was letting me take the brunt of everything at the time. So anyway, he says to me, “I’m too tired to talk.” And I said, “Well I’m sorry we ARE going to talk.” He tried to walk away. I immediately got right in his face. He said, “Get out of my face” to which I replied, “NO!!!” He then said, “Get the hell out out of my face!” When I refused and started ranting he got really mad. Now my husband is generally a really calm laid back guy and he hardly ever blows his stack. But it blew and he smacked a plastic glass full of iced tea off the kitchen table and it went everywhere. I was pissed. I started screaming saying how hard I had worked, how much crap I had dealt with from the school, how it was hard to take care of a five year old and one year old, drive to therapies, keep up the bills, commute to my office, and keep the house clean. I then said, “I spent all day cleaning this house and you are going to clean up this mess.” He said, “No, I am not.” I said, “Yes, you are.” He then proceeded to say his suitcase was still packed and that he would just head back to work early. He was walking towards the laundry room door which is on the side of our home. His car was parked in the front, on the street. Of course, I am a pretty quick thinker. I grabbed the remaining pitcher of iced tea and headed to the front door. I thought, I can beat him to his car because he’ll have to walk up the driveway on the side of the house to get to the street. I got to his car. I knew his door would be open. I opened the door and raised my hand with the pitcher of iced tea and waited. As soon as he rounded the corner and had a perfect view of me, I DUMPED THE ENTIRE PITCHER OF ICED TEA ON HIS FRONT SEAT. I said nothing and walked back inside.
Now my kids were already upstairs in their room but my au pair witnessed everything. She was scared because she did not know what would happen next. I walked back into the kitchen and got down on my hands and knees and began to clean the mess. I heard the chirp of the side door. Our alarm is set so that the door chirps when anyone walks in or out of the house (A good safety feature to make sure the kids do not escape!). I heard my husband come into the kitchen. In my mind, I thought my husband has never laid a hand on me but today might be the day!!! Instead he grabbed a towel and left!
Iced Tea Anyone?
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