So Saturday night was absolutely great.  If you like being freaked out and almost given anxiety attacks anyway.  So we’re having a good ‘ol time hanging out with friend in the clubhouse and I get a phone call to go back home to help dad put the fish/turtle tank back together.  I was parked in, it was cold and wet out, I had my husband drive me over.  We go in, he’s back with another fish, we were attempting to get it into the tank and it got stuck in the net.  So instead of giving time to get the damn thing out he starts going ballistic. 

He tried to throw an orange chair in the corner, it didn’t move far.  Then he threw my grandma’s blue recliner over, knocked a bunch of stuff off the table next to the couch and was talking around looking for more shit to do.  I’m like shaking at this point trying desperately to get the fish untangled.  So then he throws the blue recliner again to “right” the chair and opens the doors to go outside, at which point he turns around and grabs the banana tree, which weighs about 50lbs, and chucks the whole thing outside over the deck staircase.  Then he grabs my grandma’s last 2 plants, 2 shiffelerus trees, and chucks them outside.  Then he starts yelling and hollering about finally having more room in the damn place.  He kept saying that the fish was already fucked up, there was no point, etc.  I FINALLY got the damn thing unstuck from the net, he was perfectly fine.  Not one problem.  In fact, the damn thing tried to attack the turtle as soon as he saw him.  So now it’s time to put the lid back on the tank, which that was done but meant the pump had to be primed.  My dad starts carrying on about how if the damn pump doesn’t work this time he’s not going to just change the filters; he’s going to throw the whole aquarium out. 

So then I was worrying about him hurting the fish or the turtle.  Thankfully it didn’t take too long and the pump kicked in and finished priming.  At that point I was looking around the room for ANYTHING of mine that needed to be taken out because, and this is no lie, my mind flashed straight back to the day he choked me and began throwing my things out the front door into the yard and the road.  So I grabbed anything that was mine, picked up a couple things that he had knocked into another room and then grabbed the drawer full of my mom’s and grandma’s stuff that we have needed to sort through for a while.  Pretty much at the end of all this he tells me that he doesn’t want any company over here (at the house).  Well no shit?!  I wouldn’t inflict that on anybody, it’s embarrassing when he throws his temper tantrums aside from it being scary. 

I was pretty upset when we left.  I mean, those were my grandma’s LAST plants.  We don’t have anymore.  Plus, through all of that, we had left our friends over at the clubhouse while we were helping dad, because we thought it would only be a minute or two.  They could tell I was upset, so I had to explain to them what had gone on.  At least they managed to cheer me up and we had a good time for at least another couple of hours afterwards.

We ended up ordering pizza because I was pretty sure there was no point in attempting to eat at home, else we worry over getting in his way or waking him up if he had managed to pass out by then.  I wish we hadn’t ordered the pizza because I was seriously regretting it, but I did stay within my points for the most part.  I did have to use a few of my extra weekly points, but not too many.  I didn’t snack last night before bed either, and I didn’t have the urge to, so that was good. I’ve been trying to move around as much as possible today, purposely walking the long route or making more trips. 

Also today now that my dad is sober he’s repotting the plants and I guess bringing them back in.  We had to go to my husband’s dad’s side of the family holiday get together earlier.  Wasn’t bad, we had lunch, visited and came home.  The good thing about that was that they’re next-door neighbors, so we weren’t far away.  Now we’re in the process of doing laundry, cleaning things up, etc.

My husband is all pissed off because he had to fix his dad’s bed frame … and let me explain this.  His dad is a rough sleeper so approximately every four months they have to put the frame back together.  Well it’s gotten to the point that it’s messed up so it doesn’t go back together right.  My husband had a bed upstairs that is not being used so he was going to bring it downstairs, at least the frame, and let his dad use it so that he wouldn’t constantly have to be going over there to fix the bed frame.  His dad got all pissy and said he didn’t want to do that.  He wanted to use his bed and his frame (he was only going to use the different bed frame, not the mattresses) and he made things all difficult.  Now my husband is in a swivet because of that.  Which that sucks because we were going to go and do some cleaning in the clubhouse but I’m willing to bet that now, my husband won’t want to go back over to the farm. 

Now, to make matters even worse, when we got back from the family gathering, Sick Kitty has decided to go back at it again.  He’s blocked up.  We called the vet and they told us to massage him in that area with a warm washcloth.  That seemed to work, he peed a fair sized amount after doing that.  We’re on high alert with him now though, in the event that it was only a short fix and he really does need to go into the vet.  Wonderful weekend, huh?