Why bother making excuses? Just tell it like it is or say nothing.
So I took the kids to see “Shorts” tonite and we also caught the tail end of “G.I. Joe” which I thought was good for an adaptation of a kids tv show.
Ryan said he would stay home with Luke because Luke was a bear today and he had passed out for a nap, thankfully, in our bed. This would give him the chance to finish the bathroom downstairs. He would clean up the tools, wipe out the gunk all over the floor and get the toilet working in the basement bathroom.
I come home and Ryan wanders out of the TV room. I peek into the bathroom and besides water in the toilet bowl (all he had to do was turn the water on). I just glared at him not saying a word.
“What? You went to the movies so I wanted to watch one to.” is his feeble response. He flashes me his charming grins, but they have long since worn off and no longer work on me.
I just roll my eyes. “Well, if you wanted to watch a movie, I would have brought you with us. You were the one that wanted to stay home.”
“I know, I just wanted to snuggle with Luke and spend some quality time with Luke.” He counters.
I shake my head still glaring. “Watch T.V. with Luke is not quality time.” I grumble as I turn and head up the stairs to usher the kids into their night routine of packing school lunches, finding boots, coats, mitts, gloves, agendas and everything they need for school tomorrow.
A little while later in the evening after the kids are all tucked in, things have been found, placed by the door, lunches packed, clothes picked out for the morning and everyone is ready to go, I am feeling very satisfied that my night routine actually worked. Whoo hoo! Hooray for 1st times.
Ryan opens the bathroom door to our ensuite and steam comes rushing out looking for an escape. I’m folding the kids clothes and putting them away in their drawers.
“What’s with the marathon shower and bath?” I ask. Not really caring, but just amused that he has taken an hour in the bathroom.
“Oh, I have tendonitis in my arms and hands. So I was just trying to loosen it up….. ” he explains…
“Hmmm…. that’s too bad. You ok?” I inquire, now curious of this new aliment he has seemed to pick up.
“Ya, it will get better. That’s why I couldn’t clean the basement floor in the bathroom. My tendonitis was really acting up and it hurt to pick things up.” He explains.
I sigh and say drily, “Ya know, you are the KING of excuses. You need to write a book, “1001 excuses that sound legitimate.” You never fail to amaze me with the excuses you can come up with for not doing something. It is a gift really.”
He laughs. “What?” he asks innocently. “At least I give you an excuse. You don’t even mention anything.”
“Well, 1st of all, why should I make some sort of passive aggressive excuse? It’s frustrating and annoying. And secondly, if I just didn’t feel like doing something, I just don’t. I don’t need to excuse myself. You don’t ask. I don’t offer a lame ass excuse. Even if you did ask I would just say that I didn’t feel like it. It’s called honesty Ryan. You should try it some time.” I grumbled glaring at him and his train of thought.
He drives me mental.
He just grins his goofy grin at me. I just shake my head and keep folding laundry. Sheesh.