26 hour truce

The 26 hour truce ended last night when Mr. Supportive and DS came home from shopping for diapers between 8 and 8:15 or so. Apparently, Mr. Supportive feels that hanging out with the adorable little Squirt Bean for even 3 hours is such laborious work that he's entitled to collapse upon completion of that assignment.

Anyway. When he got home, DS hadn't been fed and was in hysterics because of a new toy that his daddy got him. I got him calmed down (DS, not Mr. Supportive) and distracted by something different. Mr. S informs me (in that not loud yelling voice that he has) that DS hasn't eaten yet and why don't I get him some dinner. DS needs a new diaper. I say to Mr. S, would you start dinner for DS while I change the diaper.

And the place blows up.

Apparently I spoke wrongly to his lordship, the Honorable Mr. Supportive. He had a hissy. Ended up using a hammer to pound a hole in the kitchen wall because he had difficulty getting a pot down from the pot wrack hanger and that frustrated him. Poured himself a beer. Direct violation of the truce agreement, which specifically stated no booze. I point this out and he informs me that the truce is over. He nukes himself dinner, but none for DS, and lets me know that he's not going to make dinner for DS. We wrangle over that and he none to graciously sets up some veggies to steam.

I get DS changed and finish with feeding him dinner. Mr. Supportive informs me that I am not to speak to him for 20 minutes. Whatever. After 20 minutes he informs me that he doesn't like me. I barely manage to keep my eyes from rolling back into my head. Whatever. So sick of hearing the same stupid shit over and over. Get a new record, dude. This one's played out. So, if you don't like me, why the hell are we still married? He's got no answer.

I'm outta here.

I just have to figure out whether or not we can separate amicably or if I have to sneak me and DS out of the house like thieves in the night.