Partay all night long
January 25th 2007 22:56
It was weeks ago that I organised that our family would visit Grown Mum and her mob in Miranda. I told my husband that on Australia day we'd be sitting by the pool eating sausages at their beautiful (albeit far away) home. I wrote it in big letters on the family calendar on the wall. I reminded him constantly.
Then in the last week, as the young and child free people start to think about the long weekend Mr Ambitious the invitations of endless beers in centenial park or beach cricket and bourbon start to roll in. All very family unfriendly actvities that I am sure are great fun if you are a little less tied down than two kids and one on the way! He constantly asks "What day is it we're going to Grown Mum's again? What time is it on?" And then these soon turn to "It will cost too much money to drive there". "I don't even know the woman!" "Do we have to stay long?" I feel the silent resentment inside me festering away. Why must be act like a teenager being told by mum he has to visit his aunty with the hairy mole?
Then last night some friend I have never heard him mention before invites him to come out for a few drinks. He rushes off leaving me with the bedtime routine and a bitter taste in my mouth. I send him a few SMS to politely request he be home at a reasonable time and in a reasonable state of being. I didn't plan on being the single mum at the bbq while he's at home vomitting in the toilet bowl. Nor do i want to be the babysitter who has to gently cater to him AND the children all day....
Long story short. Its now 10am on Australia Day and Mr Ambitious finally calls and says "What time is this thing today?"
For the first time in years I hang up on him and let the phone ring out.
Then in the last week, as the young and child free people start to think about the long weekend Mr Ambitious the invitations of endless beers in centenial park or beach cricket and bourbon start to roll in. All very family unfriendly actvities that I am sure are great fun if you are a little less tied down than two kids and one on the way! He constantly asks "What day is it we're going to Grown Mum's again? What time is it on?" And then these soon turn to "It will cost too much money to drive there". "I don't even know the woman!" "Do we have to stay long?" I feel the silent resentment inside me festering away. Why must be act like a teenager being told by mum he has to visit his aunty with the hairy mole?
Then last night some friend I have never heard him mention before invites him to come out for a few drinks. He rushes off leaving me with the bedtime routine and a bitter taste in my mouth. I send him a few SMS to politely request he be home at a reasonable time and in a reasonable state of being. I didn't plan on being the single mum at the bbq while he's at home vomitting in the toilet bowl. Nor do i want to be the babysitter who has to gently cater to him AND the children all day....
Long story short. Its now 10am on Australia Day and Mr Ambitious finally calls and says "What time is this thing today?"
For the first time in years I hang up on him and let the phone ring out.
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