The Princess Diaries

Believe it or not, I could not wait to get to work today. Not because I love my job, which I do. No, I could not wait to get to work this morning to get away from the house, kids, packing, chores, running around and the miriad of things I have looming over my head. I have a list that would make any Supermom cringe. Plus I couldn't wait to get in front of the computer to blog about our weekend.

Let's start off with Friday and the Wilco concert. PC and I had dinner and a couple drinks at the place we got engaged before hand. Well, I had a couple drinks. He just had one because he drove. The weather was beautiful and I was relieved since lately it has been like a sauna here. You could smell the pine trees every now and then and it was "nice". I say "nice" because the lead singer of Wilco kept saying everything was "nice". It was a little odd. I know he is clean and sober now but come on, you can interject something stonger than "nice" in there somewhere. After the concert, we went and got coffee at Borders and I got cookies. Gotta love those soft huge cookies they sell. Yum. We got there with one minute to spare before they closed. Anyways, that was friday nite.

So now let me tell you about our Saturday morning. Here we are dead asleep and PC's cell phone rings. It was a little after 9 I believe. He just jumps out of bed like he heard the fire bell at the firehouse and was going to slide down one of those poles. I kinda stirred but kept my eyes shut and rolled over. Apparently he missed the call. So he looks to see who it is, thinking that it might be his office. (They have been having ALOT of computer problems there lately) Nope it is not his office, it's the Princess.

So do you think he closes the phone and comes back to bed? Nope. Do you think he waited to hear the message to see what it was about? Nope. Do you think he went pee first? (I mean everyone has their morning rituals) Nope.

No he calls the Princess back and walks into the bathroom to talk to her and I laid there listening. Well, apparently DQ had taken the scooter or some ride on toy over to PC's house and left it there during the week. The toy or scooter belonged to one of her lover's kids and the kid wanted it back. So she asks him if he is home. Nope. She tells him that she needs to go over to his house and get back the toy and needs to get inside the house. (They live in the same neighborhood and close enough to spit on each other. But don't get me started about that right now. ) PC proceeds to tell her that IAB should have a key and that if he doesn't then there is a key under some rock. Now this is something that she has been told before many times and she knows this. Nothing has changed since I met PC. So here is the kicker. She asks him if she can't get in, can he come home and get the item and bring it to her!!!!

It is Saturday morning. He is in bed with me at my house, which is about 25 minutes away from his house. She has woken him up out of a dead sleep for this shit. He responds to her by saying if IAB doesn't have the key and you can't find the other, call me back. WHAT!!!??!!?!?!?!? Call me back? What the hell.

Needless to say, I sat up and was NOT a happy camper. And yes there was a much needed discussion between myself and PC. Namely, that her urgency about her lover's kid's scooter was not his concern. He should never have left the door open or given her the impression that he would even consider driving home to get a damm scooter. Not to mention the fact that he jumps on calling her back in the first place. How and the world does that make me feel? She has some nerve, as I have said many times. His response was that he knew the key would be there and that he would not be getting a call back and that he did not want to cause a fight. Well, my point was that he should have listened to the message first before immediately calling her back. He would have then determined that it was not important and came back to bed. Let her handle it herself, knowing full well that she has called for just this type of thing before. (Many times since I met PC) She knows and has known how to get in the house to get what she needs or wants. But she wants HIM to get it for her or do it for her.

Well folks, there's a new sherriff in town. I wear the hat and I wear the star. Things WILL change. She will not be getting her way anymore. She will not be taking advantage of him anymore. He has a life, just like she has a life. He is not going to roll over and bark for her when she wants him to. It is all about respect. She has no respect to him, his wants, his desires or the fact that he has a life. It is all about HER. Unfortunately for her, it is now all about US.