Halloween just sucked!
9:42 a.m. - 2007-11-01
Halloween just sucked!
9:42 a.m. - 2007-11-01
So, it rained last night. Yuck! I could tell LilAngel wasn't feeling the Trick or Treat stuff. That is until grandma made it fun. We started running, and we were yelling, "We need some candy...Where's the candy?" We literally ran to about 8 houses, and left LilMama, BabyBoy, his girlie, and BabyGirl behind. LilAngel was laughing, and laughing, and she would start yelling, "Hurry, Gamma, run! More candy!"
We hope she doesn't get sick. She has asthma, and any little bit of a cold sets it off. Anyway, we only went out for an hour, then stopped and picked up some KFC, and went back to LilMama's house. Hombre called while we were still trick or treating, and I told him what the plans were. He sounded cool with everything, he never mentioned he wanted to come and watch LilAngel get her candy.
We all sit down and eat, and wait for Ghost Hunters Live. What a disappointment. I was really hoping to see something...anything that would creep me out. Instead, I get a call from Hombre, and he is drunk of his ass. He says he's walking over to LilMama's house with the dog. I tell LilMama, and she said she did not want the dog at her house. The dog has a bad case of fleas, and Hombre has done everything to get rid of them. BabyBoy even had her dipped, but then Hombre lets her (the dog) outside, and there she goes and lays with our other dog and gets re-infected.
Hombre get pissed because LilMama doesn't want him to bring the dog. He hangs up on me. About twenty minutes later, he's POUNDING on the door. I think he was trying to be funny and scare us. All he accomplished was waking LilAngel up, and pissing off LilMama. Then he comes in and he is more intoxicated than I had expected. I mean, he didn't have any money. That morning, before leaving for work he asked me for a couple of dollars for lunch. There's weren't many empties around for him to return...so I don't know how he got so fucking drunk.
It was sad the way everyone's attitude changed the minute he walked in. We had all been laughing, and telling stories....just being silly, really.
He started telling LilMama to change the channel. He didn't want to watch this crap. She told him "no." He said he was going to go watch TV in the baby's room, which he did. LilAngel followed him in there. Have I mentioned how she just ADORES her Ban-cock!
They were in there laughing, and playing...and being really, really loud. It surprised me when LilMama marched in there and told them both to be quiet. She is no longer my little girl, but a grown woman who is not afraid to put her foot down when it comes to her dad.
I finally asked LilMama to take us home, since her father's presence was just really irritating her, and therefore, irritating me. BabyGirl was in a horribly foul mood, too. BabyBoy just didn't say shit once his dad arrived, and his girlfriend got all quiet. I think she is finally starting to really see what our family is like when Hombre is around, and when he is not around.
LilMama gladly took me, BabyGirl, and Hombre home. Before we left I had asked Hombre if he was going to eat, because I had saved him some of the KFC. He told me "no" and acted like I farted in his face. The look he gave me was for shit. Fuck it then, don't eat, I thought to myself.
But of course when we get home, and BabyGirl and I are lying in bed, each reading our Harry Potter books, he opens the door and says, "So you guys had Kentucky Fried Chicken over there?"
"I told you to eat...I had saved you some food. You should have grabbed it."
He again tries to slam the bifold door. He does this everytime, and it never works...so he really needs to just stop trying to use that door to make a statement. As he walked away, I could hear him saying to himself, "Oh, that's really fucking nice! Everybody gets to eat except me. What's new? Oh, but I'm the bad guy right?"
BabyGirl slammed her book shut, and said, "Oh, my GOD! That's what he gets! He needs to go to sleep!"
Then she rolled over, and fell asleep within 15 minutes. Hombre passed out on the couch, because I could hear him snoring shortly after BabyGirl fell asleep.
This morning, he didn't say jack-shit to me at all. He left for work, and I didn't even know it. Just like that, now "I'm the bad guy."
So, Halloween sucked...