The line has been drawn!

I haven't had a good vent about the Sperm Donor in a few days so I figured it was about time. I think I have done a very good job keeping our relationship cordial and not bitter simply because it will be the best thing for our child. However, I spent three years cleaning up after this guy. He can stand a mess, whereas I cannot. I didn't complain or bitch about it, it was simply easier to just clean up after him.

I'm not talking about cleaning the kitchen either. That was always part of our deal. He cooked for me every day and I cleaned up. I was more than fine with this plan (and still am). I'm talking about his habit of strewing his clothes from one end of the house to the other. Who the hell takes their socks off in the kitchen, pants off in the living room, shirt off in the bathroom, and underwear off in the bedroom?!? It's like he walks through the house stripping! In fact, I could almost understand that except these clothes are always from different days. ARGH!

Anyway, once he broke up with me I decided no more cleaning up after him if he happened to be at the house. Once again, I made an exception to the rule for when he cooked for me. I will gladly do the dishes any time someone wants to cook for me! About two months ago the Sperm Donor was over while I was at work. For some odd reason he decided to mow the lawn for me and do some weed-whacking. While I appreciate it, he left his damn shirt hanging over the rail of the deck. I thought to myself: "That's it! No more cleaning up after him!" So what did I do? Did I freak out and throw it at him? No...I'm much more passive aggressive then that. I left the shirt right where it was. I've even cleaned around it in the last couple of months. How it has managed to hang there through all of the thunderstorms, I have no idea. It will be interesting to see if it hangs there all winter!

So now, this shirt is the bane of my existence.




I have no idea how much longer I'll be able to hold out without moving it. IT'S. DRIVING. ME. CRAZY!!!

So yes, while the shirt is annoying the hell out of me, the Sperm Donor does do the occasional nice thing. He cooks and is phenomenal at it. It's how he shows that he cares about someone. So after my shitty week last week I guess he decided I needed some cheering up. This is what he made me last night for dessert after my first day back to work:




Yup, homemade banana splits. The bananas were caramelized in icing sugar, the whipped cream was made from scratch as was the chocolate sauce. The strawberries were fresh and hand picked from the farm. It's hard to see, but under that pile of chocolate, strawberries and nuts, there is homemade ice cream. How have I only gained 6lbs in 20 weeks?

Of course, as amazing as the banana split was, the shirt is still hanging there.