J-Fed Rocks: NOT!

J-Fed: Knock, Knock

Kiki: Who's there?

J-Fed: Ima

Kiki: Ima who?

J-Fed: Ima real troll who has a helluva lot of nerve

Kiki: Tell me something I don't already know

J-Fed just doesn't know when to call it quits, at least when it comes to his unbelievable antics. Friday night he took 6-year-old daughter and the puppy. I, on the other hand, had 1-year-old. This would have been fine and dandy except for the fact that she woke up at 10 p.m. and proceeded to scream bloody murder for the next three hours.

My motherly instincts told me that dear daughter had a wicked ear infection. After a restless night trying to soothe her and her aching ear fruitlessly, I was tired and spent come the following morning. At 8:30 a.m., J-Fed dropped off 6-year-old daughter and the puppy and headed out for a day of racing go carts at the track.

I secretly wondered what an entire day without the two kids was like, one where I wasn't working. I couldn't even imagine such a luxury. 

Meanwhile, I got daughter ready for the doctors. It was just 20 minutes later when I realized he had failed to return 6-year-old's booster seat that I had so graciously lent him. He was starting to be like one of those people who borrows your things and never returns them. It was extremely thoughtless, especially when you consider that as the primary caretaker of the kids I NEED THESE THINGS ON A DAILY BASIS.

So as I headed out to the doctors, sick kid in tow, I called him to tell him I needed the booster back ASAP.

"Well, how about I keep this one? You go out and buy another one and I'll give you the money for it," he told me.

Nobody could ever accuse J-Fed of having no cajones. In fact, he had this biggest pair I'd ever seen. What was wrong with this picture? I was going to be tending to our 6-year-old and caring for our sick 1-year-old; he was going to be at the track racing go-carts. Yet he expected me to go out and buy him a booster seat so he didn't have to be inconvenienced.