Take That!!

So, I guess, it should come as no surprise that Austin and I often butt heads. We don't always see eye to eye and not just because he is 14 inches taller than me.

Austin has this threshold on the amount of questions I ask in one day. I know, totally stupid, right? Anyways I have 20 points everyday. You will notice I didn't say questions because some questions count as more points than others.

For instance, How was your day? counts as 24. There by taking all my credits for that day and 4 from the next day. That leaves me with 16 points for the next day.

Have I mentioned that my husband is crazy...

So this has been irritating me for awhile, as you can just imagine.

Well last night I was brewing for a fight! Why you ask? Because my TV in the kitchen, the room where I spend most of my day, is not working. Now your wondering why that would be my husbands fault. Duh!! Everything is his fault!! Always! Everything!!

Well this one actually is his fault. The TV just has bunny ear antenna and needs to be hooked up to coax cable that is hooked up to the roof top antenna. That way I might get some reception. So anyways... yesterday afternoon I accidently shut the antenna in the cabinet door and it broke and now nothing comes in and he didn't see this as a huge deal when I called and complained to him at work.

As you can imagine this really made me mad because I've had the supplies he needs to finish the job right for a long time and have asked him repeatedly to fix it. So many times in fact that just asking him "please fix my antenna?" counts as 50 points whereas he shuts down and will not listen to another word I say all night.

So last night he gets home in a fairly good mood and I ruin it by telling him to keep his ears open. I know, I know how to poke a sleeping dragon.

I explained to him that I wasn't taking anymore shit and that he was going to have to get it done and done right because I wasn't going to beg and plead for him to get it done. I might have also told him that I didn't marry my father. That really set him off. After all the fighting and the um... fake... tears there wasn't a whole lot he could do with it in the dark so he is to fix it tonight.

I also laid down some other ground rules.
1. when the trash is full change it. If my father can manage to get it done so can he...
2. From now on when I ask him a question ANY question he has to answer. When I ask him how his day was he is to tell me fine because I don't want our son watching him treat me this way. Mason does not need to think it is okay to treat anyone this way let alone his mother or his future wife (who will owe me big time someday)

I recently let him read The Birth Order Book by Dr Kevin Lehman and in it it explains why he is the way he is. After he got done reading it I said "So you are a perfectionist and I am the easy to get along with middle child, who do you think is at fault for all the fights we have?" That's right his fault.

I told him I am done negotiating. I have negotiated for the last 10 years and I was done. From now on what I say goes. I realize this won't last long. I plan to keep it up just long enough that it makes him good and mad.

I figure I can't do any worse than he has.

Starting with the antenna to my tv. He has until midnight to get it done and then I am doing it myself. I told him that I plan to come straight up through the floor behind the fridge. His eyes got huge and I don't think we will have any other major issues with this problem. Time will tell though.