|Words of a Tree|
Jason: I found a used crib that's pretty inexpensive, if you want, I can go pick it up. I was just gonna see if it would fit in your room.
Me: You didn't read my registry, did you?
Jason: I did, I just thought that the lack of a crib was an oversight.
Me: No, no it wasn't. I want to get a Pack and Play and use it as a crib instead. Lots of people are doing that.
Jason: Not anyone I know.
Me: Who do you know that has children?
Jason: (insert name here) has a baby. And (insert name here) has three kids.
Me: Ok, well, I wanted to get a Pack and Play because it can be used for so many different things. Like as a changing table, to play in, and as a crib. I think it's better to have one three thing, than three one things.
Jason: Yeah, I just wanted to get something permanent.
Me: The baby isn't going to sleep in a crib forever.
Jason: *rolls eyes* I know the baby won't sleep in a crib forever, but I just like *begins to mumble incoherently, while simultaneously walking away*
He can't take my sarcasm. But he dishes it whenever he fucking pleases. Also, everytime I begin to joke around with him, he immediately goes on the defensive. But if I did the same thing, he wouldn't speak to me for months. He didn't even bother to ask me if I wanted to get a crib before he decided in his brain that's what he wanted. Doesn't he realize that I'll be the one that has to maneuver a crib at night when the baby is crying to be fed? I'm sorry, but considering I'm the one that's going to have to be negotiating with it's furniture the most, shouldn't I get to choose it? I've already got all the furniture I want in the registry. But, he just does whatever he pleases. My life is going to be incredibly difficult until he figures out that babies are boring, and stops spending time with it. God send that day quickly, I pray thee. Either that day, or the day he decides he's going to be a fucking adult and have an adult conversation for once in his sad pathetic, miserable, nerdy life.
Can I just say.... I REALLY REALLY REALLY HATE IT when he decides he's going to be noisy when it's my sleeping time. Because my room is so hot, I have to have my door open. So I can hear anything they decide to do. All. Night. Long. They usually play D&D on Fridays, when I can sleep in. But, this week they decided they would move it to Wednesday.
I'm pretty sure that no one except my family has any sort of consideration for me. Damn, it sucks living here.
As for my post title.... My friends back in February said they would give me a shower. You know, the normal thing to do when a friend is going to have a baby. However, no one has spoken of it since then. I finally had an obscure aquaintance (who has since become a friend) offer to host it because everyone had conveniently forgotten about it. Anyways, I was talking to Jason about buying things for the baby after my shower (over email). He then comes back with, yeah I was kind of waiting until both of our showers to buy anything.
I was like.... uh.... you're having a shower? That's weird. Ok.
Turns out my "friends" don't know exactly who yet, have offered to throw him a "man shower" after not offering to throw me one in months.
What man has his own shower? One that the mother of the child is not informed of, or invited to? The fuck is that all about!?
Not to mention, all our friends are mutual friends (with the exclusion of his ex-wife Ari, the crazy woman), so they would either have to choose who to bring a present to, or buy double presents. It's stupid, it's against etiquette, it's not considerate. It's damn weird is what it is.