Over it.*

I’m just…..done. I just don’t have the energy for it all anymore.

Jake has made little to no effort towards me since what happened in August. Oh, sure, he’s watched Noah for me every day so I can take naps, but I really don’t give him a choice, and he does a half assed job at it anyway. Every time I come back out, he’s in the dining room playing WoW or whatever and essentially ignoring Noah.

He told me the other day that it was up to me whether or not I wanted to get the CVS testing for this pregnancy. But all of a sudden, he doesn’t want me to do it because it costs too much and I’m apparantly always wanting to spend money on things we don’t necessarily need, like, say, a dresser for Noah. Yeah, I guess our kid will just have to deal with having all of his clothes in a friggin’ laundry basket. And oh, it wouldn’t be expensive at all to find out at birth that our child has Down Syndrome or something and then be faced with raising a special needs child.

Oh, and apparantly, my mom wanting to buy stuff for the kids is charity. Yup, Jake thinks that she only buys so much stuff because she feels sorry for us or something. Please. Guess what? She’d buy whatever the hell she wanted even if we were millionaires. Yeah, Mom’s going to be having a little chat with him about that one.

Whatever. I’m done with it. He can do whatever in the hell he wants for all I friggin’ care right now. It’s not like he does a whole hell of a lot around here besides earn the money to pay the bills. And, duh, we’d be screwed if he didn’t, but it sure would be nice if I didn’t pretty much view him as just another person to clean up after. It’d be nice if I actually felt he gave a shit about us. Or me, more specifically.

Oh, and if this just isn’t the icing on the cake.

We all already know that he’s lazy as hell when it comes to taking care of his VA stuff.

Now he’s ignoring the Army, as well.

A message was left for him while we were all sleeping (ever since I stopped breastfeeding Noah during the day, I’ve been required to become his human mattress if I have any hopes of him taking a nap). I couldn’t understand all of it at first, so I made him come out to listen to it. Some friggin’ Army dude wanting to confirm his IRR status. I knew this would happen eventually, seeing as how they seemed to just not switch him to IRR when he left active duty.

But, instead of calling the guy back, since he was already up and all, he wandered back to bed. "I’m tired" he says.

Join the friggin’ club, buddy.