Yeah, well

After an emotional freak out on dh which I am blaming on the time of the month, I felt better. Until this morning. When I discovered that dh had come to bed "when the sun came up". He was up playing his freaking video game until 6am, that's approximately 16 hours straight he played that damn game. It was all I could do not to throw the stupid thing away this morning. What a selfish jerk. He's in bed still, of course. I had such a fabulous last few days that I couldn't think of anything more fun than taking all 4 kids to the store with me for diapers. So, that's what I did this morning. Got everyone up. Got everyone ready. Got everyone's shoes on. Washed my hair in the tub while Oak screamed in the Amby. I haven't showered in a week (you know, because poor wittle dh has a wittle sore and can't possibly do anything but sit and play his game for hours and hours to the exclusion of all else). Got everyone's coats on. Drug them all to the store with me for diapers while he slept.

He seriously thinks this is his vacation from everything. I told him yesterday that it would help if, even though he couldn't hold the baby ( which is actually not true) could he at least sit here next to him in the high chair and make sure he doesn't choke so *I* can make dinner with 2 hands. He grudgingly did so. Then promptly stayed up all night. I'm sorry, if you can stay up all night sitting in an uncomfortable office chair with the computer on your lap you can flipping HOLD THE BABY or HUG YOUR WIFE.

I actually said to him "I need some emotional connection from you. I'm not doing well and need to be near you. Can you snuggle me in bed tonight". To which he answered "I'll try". And then promptly stayed up ALL NIGHT. Not sure how else I can say "I need you" but apparently that wasn't clear. His stupid computer game character needed him more. He says "do you want a divorce now that we can't have any babies". Today my answer will be, no, not because of the V, but if you keep up this crap I might change my mind.

Argh. Men.