Last night I was in the kitchen with Zachary and Rachelle. Zach was doing the dishes, Rachelle was cleaning the counters and I was cooking two separate meals. A friend was having a baby and I was bringing her family dinner. Tony thought what I was cooking the family was not nice enough, so I ended up making two different meals.
Ethan was being a pill, getting into the dishwasher, hugging my leg crying wanting to be picked up (I was frying and didn't want him to get burned from a pop) and getting into the trash.
I asked Zach to take Ethan upstairs to Tony so he could watch him until we were done.
Tony sent the baby back downstairs with a message for me. He told Zach to tell me he wouldn't watch the baby and for me to "DO MY JOB!"
I bet those of you who know me know that went over about as good as a fart in church. Stupid man. What was he thinking?
Still not talking to him!
Read comment number 13 it was an unlucky number. Tony