Dear Dr. John,
I am lost at words right now. I am so mad at you, but I'm sure you have a more logical reason to be more mad at me right? You always twist things around and try to validate that your feelings are more important and that I'm the one at fault. This game is getting really really old now. Soon, don't worry I'll be so tired of it you'll wake up and our son and I will be gone.
First off, let me explain why I am so mad. I went to bed around 11:30? It was late, but nevertheless, I was tired. Long day with our son and running around to the store buying our house more food. I woke up at 1:51 to our son. I went in and fed him and back to sleep he went at 2:33. Then I woke up at 5:20 to get myself ready for work, as I was washing my face I heard our son crying. So, as any mother would do, I finished up my face and went to our son. I fed him once again and this time he was awake 30 minutes later. I went to you at 6:00 because I had to get ready. When I say had, I had to get ready in 25 minutes for work.
I go to wake you up, which by the way, you were snoring. I gently wake you up stating "Our son is awake, I need to get ready for work do you want me to keep him up and play or do you want to put him back to sleep yourself?" But you're so confused when you wake up, you ask me if he woke up during the night - which he did, but right now my focus is do you want me to keep him up or do you want to put him back to sleep since it was 6. Of course, your brain is still "starting up" from sleep mode so you make me repeat myself 3 times before you actually give me an answer, which was: yeah go ahead and try to see if he will go back to sleep.
.....#!%@#!
DID I ASK YOU if you WANTED ME TO PUT HIM BACK TO SLEEP? NOOOOOO, if you opened your waxed ears you would have heard me ask "do you want me to put in his play area to play or do you want to put him back to sleep yourself."
You were really pushing my buttons Dr. John. You really did. I was grumpy from lack of sleep, frustrated with your lack of listening skills and the fact you plain don't man up and be a real father. So fine, I took our son and put him in play area. I rush and put my stuff together in my bags. Inhaled my cereal and then I brush my teeth...you get up 10 minutes after the whole ordeal about what to do with our son. I get dressed and I come out to say good bye to our son, and I don't see him in his play area. I say, Darling where are you? I look down the hall and as a rude and grumpy person you are, say "He's right here with me. He's in the play pen, I didn't lose him."
PLEASE. Let me shave your eyebrows now before you raise them again from your grumpy face. DID I say you lost him? I didn't see him, but heard him so excuse me for not noticing the poor thing locked up in the play pen while you eat your stupid yogurt and your ESPN channel. Then throw it back on me that it's MY fault he's in the play pen because he crawled to my bags on the floor three times, so he had to go in the pen since you won't move my bags since - quote "I don't know what you'll do if I moved your bags. They can't be moved."
I'm about to explode now Dr. John. I really am. That's the worse excuse I've heard from your lips. You could have moved them, if you were so concerned about me getting upset about moving my bags (which by the way, I wouldn't have gotten mad but apparently you don't know me enough) you could have said "Hey Babe, he won't stop crawling to your bags, do you mind if I put them up here?" I wouldn't have cared!!!
Dr. John, one day I will not take your sh*t anymore. I will be strong enough to leave you and never look back. Nothing I do is good enough and you can't man up and be a real husband and father. You still are trying to swing the single life by playing video games whenever you please, no helping me out 50/50 with our son and the house. It's me 90/you 10 with everything. Just wait, I'm just a ticking time bomb; sadly, you'll be the one to lose.
