Don't say that.

I forgot to mention that he said two things to the boy yesterday. Two things that I would never allow any one else to say to my child. Ever.

The first, my boy was playing with daddy's treasured ipod. Afterwards, he was getting a bit rambunctious. I seriously think the kid just wanted some love and attention from his father. And instead, the spouse gets irritated with him. And since the boy was poking the husband, he had told him to stop repeatedly. Of course the boy did not stop. The husband's response? If you don't stop hitting me with your hand like that, I'm going to break it off.

Really? You say that? I told him immediately not to talk to him that way.

Later on that way the boy was once again acting up. It's what he does best. Well he was irritating his dad yet again. He was playing with some toy, and I think at some point he was hitting his father. I heard my husband say this, "IF you hit me with that one more time, I'm going to make you eat it."

Really? Again? I can't even tell you the depths of my disappointment. Who the hell does he think he is? And why is this OK that he speaks to him that way? Yeah, right. It's not OK.

All day yesterday my son was running around the house saying "bad daddy", "bad daddy", "we are leaving and you aren't coming." And then he was pretending to shoot him. See? My child may only be 4, but he knows when someone is treating him wrong. And it just breaks my heart to see that.

But I can't allow this either. This means more to me than what is happening between him and me. My son (both of my kids) are my responsibility. And it's my job to protect them.

sigh.

And the husband just moped all day yesterday. I told him that "I give up." He asked me on what. I told him "you." I said that I just can't be worried with his feelings. Especially when he won't share them with me. I asked him over and over to talk to me, I asked him what's wrong. Even though I know full well that it's me and the kids leaving that is what is wrong with him. But, that is how he chose to spend our last day together. Mad. Moping, sad, angry. And I also told him that I was so infuriated with him that if I could... I would jump up and down and stomp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs. Because I was THAT frustrated with him for the way that he was acting. Again. Nothing from him.

All day long he didn't do anything where the kids were concerned. Yeah, he got them some milk at night time. Good for him. He didn't get them changed, at all or help with brushing their teeth, or reading stories. Play with them? Yeah right.

If you ask him, he would absolutely want credit for cleaning a little bit. He swept the living room, hallway, and kids rooms. He also barked orders at the boy to clean his room. So there. He did do something. Kudos to him. And in the process, he makes everyone feel bad.

He is taking us to the airport tonight. I can't wait to get on the plane. I need a break. From him.