Miniest made a storybook costume for today’s parade a couple of nights ago and it looked great. She painted it red with acrylic paint and used her nans drop sheet (Nan’s an artist) to protect the floor. All good, it dried beautifully, she put a cartoon face on it and it looked great. While I was at work yesterday Mr P decided it needed second coat of paint. He poured red oil paint all over it (over acrylic) and put no protection down. On the dining table 🤦🏼♀️I came home from work to discover tacky wet red paint all over everything (think light switches, toilet lid and seat, pale grey living room curtains, carpet, my mother’s table cloth, children, fridge door, walls… I mean everything). Paint on the little face she’d made. I said, “why didn’t you tell him no?” And she said she did but he just did it anyway 🤦🏼♀️I said, “this has to come off because it won’t dry on time,” (it says on the instructions that it takes between a week and 6 months to fully harden) so we spent the rest of the evening sopping all that paint off; it took a whole double length roll of kitchen towel, a roll of toilet paper, most of a box of gloves and several newspapers. Elder Minipeeler was an invaluable asset in this. And it was still a bit wet in places! This morning I opened the dishwasher and discovered that he’d just tossed the paintbrushes he’d used in there on the top rack and turned it on🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️ Now I have paint on the plastic containers, cups and glasses as well. Miniest wanted me to paint the words Once Upon A Time… on the spine of the book in gold, which I did this morning (it’s fast drying gold metallic paint) and the red paint is still a bit wet in places 🤦🏼♀️So she’s off to school with red painty hands and a very slightly damp in places project, but one she’s happy with. I said, “don’t stand near a girl with an expensive store bought costume whatever you do!”
I suppose I’ll laugh one day.
Did I happen to mention that I’m allergic to mineral turps?
I’m sorry. “We” as in you? No no no no no. YOU put your feet up whilst HE unfucks the mess he created. Meanwhile YOU consider not kicking him out of the house.
He honestly believed he was helping, trying to make up for some “slackluster” parenting. His own father was a shit example. Miniest forgives him and thinks it’s funny now.
This morning he must’ve hit on the idea to scrape the paint off. I got out of the shower to discover him standing in front of the project with a paint scraper and a ponderous expression. I tersely hustled him out with an “I think you’ve helped enough” type of statement. Then when I got to work and I was telling my coworkers I could not stop laughing, like almost manic pressure release type 😂
The only possible response is to take his pillow and doona and put them in the dog’s kennel (if you have a dog) or in the laundry if you don’t. A disaster of this magnitude demands a severe response.
Um, I’m sure he was trying to connect with Miniestpeeler and help her project, but he sure did pick a weird way of doing it. The dishwasher bit was totally unnecessary and I can’t think of any sane person who puts dirty paintbrushes in the dishwasher.
It had me genuinely gobsmacked for a bit, but he’s lucky I’m not a staying angry kind of person. I guess I’m more a problem solver so my focus was on how do I fix the project and how do I fix the paint on everything situation. You’re spot on that he was trying to connect with and help Miniest… he’s a 63yo (with a 14yo mentality) with a 10yo daughter and no clues at all.
my precious armadillo if this dude isn’t neurodivergent, mentally ill or a major god of sex why the ever loving fuck do you put up with these shenanigans.
Like, His Lordship is three for three and I’d still be putting a foot up his arse here.
It’s a combination of the first two I think, lol. Also it is his family home we’re living in. There are times I’ve thought, if the kids weren’t so connected to the area and dependent on me, and I had the financial means, I’d be gone. My MIL is leaving it to the children in a trust with me as administrator, as she doesn’t trust him to not be stupid somehow and fuck it up. He isn’t malicious, which is frustrating, it’s like the older he gets the more stupid he gets and I thought people were supposed to get wiser and I don’t understand it at all.
Has anyone actually tried to get him to see someone for assessment? I know its like pulling teeth (I’m in the process of practically having to bully His Lordship into his formal ADHD paperwork) but that shit definitely DOES get worse as you get older and chances are that none of you have to put up with it - there’s stuff you can do
Rant warning. Red paint. Everywhere. 🤪
Miniest made a storybook costume for today’s parade a couple of nights ago and it looked great. She painted it red with acrylic paint and used her nans drop sheet (Nan’s an artist) to protect the floor. All good, it dried beautifully, she put a cartoon face on it and it looked great. While I was at work yesterday Mr P decided it needed second coat of paint. He poured red oil paint all over it (over acrylic) and put no protection down. On the dining table 🤦🏼♀️I came home from work to discover tacky wet red paint all over everything (think light switches, toilet lid and seat, pale grey living room curtains, carpet, my mother’s table cloth, children, fridge door, walls… I mean everything). Paint on the little face she’d made. I said, “why didn’t you tell him no?” And she said she did but he just did it anyway 🤦🏼♀️I said, “this has to come off because it won’t dry on time,” (it says on the instructions that it takes between a week and 6 months to fully harden) so we spent the rest of the evening sopping all that paint off; it took a whole double length roll of kitchen towel, a roll of toilet paper, most of a box of gloves and several newspapers. Elder Minipeeler was an invaluable asset in this. And it was still a bit wet in places! This morning I opened the dishwasher and discovered that he’d just tossed the paintbrushes he’d used in there on the top rack and turned it on🤦🏼♀️🤦🏼♀️ Now I have paint on the plastic containers, cups and glasses as well. Miniest wanted me to paint the words Once Upon A Time… on the spine of the book in gold, which I did this morning (it’s fast drying gold metallic paint) and the red paint is still a bit wet in places 🤦🏼♀️So she’s off to school with red painty hands and a very slightly damp in places project, but one she’s happy with. I said, “don’t stand near a girl with an expensive store bought costume whatever you do!”
I suppose I’ll laugh one day.
Did I happen to mention that I’m allergic to mineral turps?
I’m sorry. “We” as in you? No no no no no. YOU put your feet up whilst HE unfucks the mess he created. Meanwhile YOU consider not kicking him out of the house.
How come he’s still alive?
For real, if I’d done something like that I’d seriously be sleeping in the car. With the fishes. While wearing concrete shoes.
He honestly believed he was helping, trying to make up for some “slackluster” parenting. His own father was a shit example. Miniest forgives him and thinks it’s funny now.
Omg. What did your partner have to say? Did he help clean up?
This morning he must’ve hit on the idea to scrape the paint off. I got out of the shower to discover him standing in front of the project with a paint scraper and a ponderous expression. I tersely hustled him out with an “I think you’ve helped enough” type of statement. Then when I got to work and I was telling my coworkers I could not stop laughing, like almost manic pressure release type 😂
The only word I have for this is Bruh…
Holy shit. Mr P…
The only possible response is to take his pillow and doona and put them in the dog’s kennel (if you have a dog) or in the laundry if you don’t. A disaster of this magnitude demands a severe response.
Um, I’m sure he was trying to connect with Miniestpeeler and help her project, but he sure did pick a weird way of doing it. The dishwasher bit was totally unnecessary and I can’t think of any sane person who puts dirty paintbrushes in the dishwasher.
It had me genuinely gobsmacked for a bit, but he’s lucky I’m not a staying angry kind of person. I guess I’m more a problem solver so my focus was on how do I fix the project and how do I fix the paint on everything situation. You’re spot on that he was trying to connect with and help Miniest… he’s a 63yo (with a 14yo mentality) with a 10yo daughter and no clues at all.
my precious armadillo if this dude isn’t neurodivergent, mentally ill or a major god of sex why the ever loving fuck do you put up with these shenanigans.
Like, His Lordship is three for three and I’d still be putting a foot up his arse here.
This.
It’s a combination of the first two I think, lol. Also it is his family home we’re living in. There are times I’ve thought, if the kids weren’t so connected to the area and dependent on me, and I had the financial means, I’d be gone. My MIL is leaving it to the children in a trust with me as administrator, as she doesn’t trust him to not be stupid somehow and fuck it up. He isn’t malicious, which is frustrating, it’s like the older he gets the more stupid he gets and I thought people were supposed to get wiser and I don’t understand it at all.
Has anyone actually tried to get him to see someone for assessment? I know its like pulling teeth (I’m in the process of practically having to bully His Lordship into his formal ADHD paperwork) but that shit definitely DOES get worse as you get older and chances are that none of you have to put up with it - there’s stuff you can do
I have no words… 😲
What the actual fuck
Gurl
😡
Wow! That’s just something else 😳