Being ignored...

...totally sucks. Why is it that if/when I ask Kenny to do something he takes his good ol' time but if he wants ME to do something and I don't jump when he says jump he gets a big attitude? I've asked him to do several things over the last few weeks/months and he still hasn't moved. I asked him to set up the carpet remnant downstairs so we can set up the train table and finish organizing the basement. Granted, this is going to require a plumber coming in to look at the pipes because we've had some leaking but still...hasn't called the plumber. I asked him to re-wire the DVD player so we don't have to use the Xbox...still not done (this is after he mentioned actually using the Xbox INSTEAD of the DVD player to which I said I'd rather use the actual DVD player). Yesterday the girls (mostly Karis) wanted to go fishing after dinner. They were already really hungry so at 3:45 I asked Kenny if he could start the grill and get dinner going (this way we could leave early for fishing and still be home at a decent hour for baths and regular bedtime since we had such an action-packed few days). He decides to empty the dishwasher and clean the kitchen and finally around 4:25 he goes outside to start dinner. SERIOUSLY?! Dishes and cleaning before hungry kids?! Not in my house buddy. Kids always come first. All that other crap can wait. The more time that passes the more I think we're just not a good team. I'm repeating history...I married my father...which is heartbreaking to me because I always said I would never marry anyone like him. I guess the joke is on me because I'm dealing with the some of the same crap my dealt (and still deals) with. So sad.