It should've gotten better but it didn't

After the day I had on Friday, I was hoping my weekend would get better. How wrong I was! It started off okay I guess. Jack played in his football game and we came home to do what we needed to do to wait for Caroline's soccer game at 2:30. I had to run by the paint store to buy another gallon of paint so I could finish up the major painting on our house. When I got home, the kids were riding on their bikes and Jason was in bed sick, again.

Jason has been working hard this year, and I've kept my mouth shut about the hours he's been keeping because a) I know how important it is to him for his campus to be recognized and b) I sometimes don't need to hear that he's so busy that's the only way he's going to get it done (just he doesn't need to hear my shit sometimes). I mean, I have tons of stuff to do too, and when it doesn't get done something slips. Like, for example, the house work. My house looks like crap right now. There's stuff to pick up in each room and the kids do try but they're not very good at it. Then when Jason gets home at night he's too darn tired to help either. Lately he's been getting sick, I think he's been fighting it for 2 weeks. He's coughing something horrible, and each time I've told him to call the doctor I get the response that he will, then find out he didn't because "he's too busy at work." Well, now that's come back to bite him royally in the ass. He started running a fever and it'll break, but it'll come back. He' didn't feel great today and had to lay low today all the while hacking his lungs out because he didn't feel well. Which frustrates me because he doesn't feel well and there's nothing I can do about it. Because he didn't call the doctor to get something so he could stop coughing long enough to sleep he's getting sick. So now he might not be able to go to work because he's running a fever (and even if he does, he'll eventually hit another wall and have to stay home), and he missed helping at Sunday School for the 2nd week in a row, which wouldn't be bad except for the fact that the people at my church have yet to set a new process for dividing up the classes. So when I reached 15 kids in the class I started to have to tell people who came late, but should've been in my room that they needed to go next door. Which pissed off several parents and upset the kids because my room is the room they always (and technically are supposed) to go to. It was draining trying to explain to them that I was only doing what I was told to do by the people who run the Sunday School program.

Back to my crappy weekend. So besides hubby being sick, Jack's attitude has tanked as well. He's gotten really mouthy and yesterday griped out his dad in front of the kids and dads in the neighborhood. Thank God I was in the shower because I was sure when Jason sent Caroline in to take a shower that a royal ass kicking was in progress. I kinda pictured the butt kicking Jason got in high school when after receiving a C in PE and getting peppered with questions from his dad Jason told him to F--- off. Jack didn't receive the spanking, but he got a lecture that obviously didn't work because not 2 minutes after the lecture ended he asked if he could go out and play with his friend. That ruined our dinner for sure.

Today, Jack was some-what grounded. Jason let him play with his friends for about an hour which Jack was upset when he had to come in. Until he was reminded about what he did yesterday. Then he didn't understand why Caroline could still play but he couldn't. More talking from us on that part. Needless to say when Jason told him to come this evening, Jack didn't argue. I let Jason handle it because Jack did it to him and not me. I'd say Jason was very lenient on the boy. But hey, I didn't handle it.

Everybody's been in a not so pleasant mood this weekend.

On top of that the Cowboy's lost!

Just venting.