Whoever told you I was nice....................

lied ~ I'm sorry, but it happens ~ Lies ~ Non-truths ~ Fibs ~ Half truths ~ White lies ~ Whatever you want to call them ~ So it was no surprise to me this afternoon that I had literally wanted to kick my husband in the nuts for his pissy, diva like attitude after being informed that our sons backpack was stolen while he was at Track practice ~ He was pissy because he got woken up to let said theft victim in the house ~ He was pissier (is that even a word) when he found out why his precious sleep was interrupted ~ He then called to inform me of our sons lack of thought or concern for anyone or anything, but himself ~ He then informed me (by the way NO ONE informs of what I need to do) that I needed to contact the school to see if someone had just been concerned by the abandoned backpack, felt sorry and turned it into the Office ~ Really ??? ~ You mean I can actually CALL the school and ask if someone turned in a stray backpack ?!?! ~ Huh, now why didn't I think of that ?!?! ~ I mean honestly, what on earth would I do if I didn't have you to think for me ?!?!? ~ Why, I just don't know how I managed to survive all these years without you thinking for me !! ~ That in turn, pissed me off ~ First of all, I already knew of the theft, as MY son had called me first ~ We had already discussed the situation ~ Second of all BACK OFF MY BABY, he already feels bad enough for not having done what was asked of him over and over and over again ~ That being, to never leave your backpack unattended ~ I didn't wish to talk any further, so I interrupted him ( I know, rude huh !?!?) to inform him that, contrary to what he thinks, I already handled the situation, without him ( again with the rudeness, huh ?!?) ~ I would contact the school on Monday ~ However, since it is Spring Break, I wasn't sure if anyone would be there ~ I cut the conversation short ~ I text my son to reassure him that I was not mad/upset with him, but rather the little inconsiderate puke that stole his backpack ~ What's done is done ~ All we can do is move forward and learn from this painful lesson that was just taught him ~ I fear, however that I was a little to late, as his father, my husband, had already given him a verbal and no doubt belittling, verbal bashing ~ For what I got in response was ~ Dad has every right to be angry ~ It was my fault ~ Now I'm really irritated and my leg is a itching to stark a kicking ~ And I'm stuck home with him this man the entire weekend ~ 48 hours ~ 2 days ~ I even have to sleep in the same bed with him ~ Is it wrong for me to think, then put in print, that I love my son more than my husband ?!?!? ~ That, if it weren't for my son, that I probably would have never gotten married ?!?!? ~ Wait, I won't lay that on my son ~ It was my Mother and guilt trip that I needed to get married before my Grandmother died ~ That was said in 2006 ~ I got married in 2008 ( under much protest discussed only with the closest of friends) ~ And you know what ? ~ My Grandmother isn't dead yet ~ Thanks for the push Mom ~ Am really appreciating it right now ~ There was a reason WHY I didn't get married until 38 ~ I could have gone my whole life not doing it and would have been fine ~