Let me preface my preface by saying I love my husband. I really do. Maybe if I keep saying it I'll feel better about all of this...
The real preface. I should have won wife of the year a couple of years back. Right before Christmas I found the LAST Xbox 360 console at a dirty Superstore and decided to surprise D with it. I knew he wanted one badly but they were all sold out everywhere. What a score!! He would love me like the day he married me when he opened it. And he probably did, but a lot has changed since then.
Current day. My kids are normally very happy and healthy. This last week had been one of colds and immunizations, so they aren't their normal selves. Bear is a suck and is sure that her elbows, knees and tummy all hurt from the shot. She has the sniffles now too, her cold is starting. Mini-D woke up with a goopy eye, sniffles and a cough. He's super cuddly and I've enjoyed his snuggles. Overall, we did good today despite the sore arms and colds. Until bedtime that is.
For some weird reason, Bear likes to fall asleep in our bed. Even weirder, D lets her. It drives me crazy because Mini-D still sleeps in a bassinette in our room so D has to come up and carry Bear to bed before I can nurse Mini-D to sleep. Tonight D was engrossed in his game and I had to wait a good 10 minutes before he got up here to move Bear. Mini-D was a sobbing disaster until that happened. I nursed his to sleep but he's not himself and was NOT happy in the bassinette. I try to keep him out of the bed as much as possible so D and I can sleep so I took him to his crib hoping that maybe tonight he would be tired enough to just fall asleep in there. Boy was I wrong.
After at least 20 minutes of crying, Mini-D woke up Bear. I went into her room to check on her and found her disoriented, sitting on the floor outside her closet. I helped her back into bed, promised I would get Mini-D's crying under control and she could go back to sleep. In the meantime Mini-D was crying harder than ever. I leaned over the bannister in case the monitor in Mini-D's room wasn't working (that's right, he should have been able to hear the crying and that I needed help) and called D up to help. I could hear the Xbox game playing.
I went back to Mini-D's room to try and comfort him without taking him out of the crib. I think this angered him and he cried even louder (if that's possible). I heard whimpering and knew Bear was up again. What I didn't know was that she was in the room with me!! I felt something against my leg and when I looked down I saw a figure of a little girl. I thought she was a ghost!! After a deep, calming breath I told her I was doing the best I can and she could go down and ask daddy to come up to try and help her get back to sleep. I lifted Mini-D out of the crib and rocked him, feeding him once again. Within minutes Bear was back in his room in years because Daddy "didn't want to come up yet". LAST FUCKING STRAW. I picked up the monitor base and strongly said "can't you hear ANY of this?". The Xbox got quiet, so I knew he had been able to hear all the crying and problems from earlier. Why he ignored us, I do not know. He came up and took Bear to her room after I told him I wasn't physically capable of keeping them both from crying and in bed at the same time. His response was that he told Bear he just needed a few more minutes to finish his game. ENOUGH WITH THE FUCKING GAMES!! Angry with me for calling him up he did take Bear and get her settled in bed. When he came in to see what Mini-D's problem was he suggested just putting him in bed with us. I balked. I don't usually do that. But putting Mini-D in bed with us results in me getting very little sleep and D eventually going to sleep on the couch but complaining the next day about how horribly he slept.
Currently, D and Mini-D are watching Walking Dead episodes while I catch up on sleep in our bed. I have no idea what the rest of the night will bring but I do know one thing. I HATE that Xbox. If "something" happens to it this week, there will NOT be a replacement allowed in this house. Ironically, the next Xbox was revealed this week and *someone* wants to preorder as soon as possible. Absolutely NOT happening. I am done with video game consoles until my husband can grow up enough to understand the time and place for them. I don't use the word hate often. I believe that there is always some element of good in almost everything, everyone and every situation and therefore hate doesn't apply. But I HATE the Xbox. It will be gone soon. Very soon..
UPDATE: as if anyone can believe this...I got up this morning and found Bear playing on the iPad. She has some great games on there, but this is one of only two mornings a week where she gets to snuggle with daddy and watch cartoons. Hmmmm...I came down the stairs and to my surprise (really? Should this be a surprise anymore??) the Xbox was on and he didn't even look up when Mini-D and I walked in. After a night with a sick kid (who woke up several times and needed Tylenol which I had Dan get up and find - so he knew I had been up several times!) he didn't ask how his little guy was doing or if he/we needed anything. Sigh...today is going to be a loooooong day. If anyone knows how to damage an Xbox to the point of no return without any visible signs on the outside, feel free to share.
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