Christmas eve was superb. I made a bunch of cupcakes, grocery shopped for the next morning's breakfast pizza and spent the night awake with Cowboy.
Christmas morning, I woke up to a baby in my face. And that ain't good. At 8 in the morning. Which could've been ok, but we didn't get to bed until 4am.
Imagine anyone on four hours of sleep and waking up to a baby in their face. The baby was being held by Cowboy's room mate. The most annoying part of it was the his room mate was talking as if he was the baby to wake us up. "Please wake up, so I can open my presents. It's Christmas", he said in his best baby voice.
The baby isn't even a year old yet, so she doesn't know it's Christmas. The baby isn't even his. It's his girlfriend's.
And that is another story.
Cowboy's room mate (we'll call CR#1 because there are two of them - and the other is so nice) is dating a girl who has a baby. The baby is cute, very cute. But the baby like her mother is also very loud. And when I say the mother is loud, I mean when they are knocking boots kinda loud. Then, again she also has this very distinct laughter - which is also very loud. I like the girlfriend, she is fun and cute - when she is not being loud.
CR#1 is also the most selfish person I know. He doesn't say one word to me when I'm over at their apartment UNLESS it's about a) him and/or b) his girlfriend. He'll spark a conversation if he's tipsy too. And to put the cream on the sundae - whenever I bring anything into the apartment (in a bag) he is always snooping in it. He does it in such a way, as if what is this foreign bag doing in my apartment and is it for me because it's here in my apartment. He'll never say anything out loud about it - he just snoops into it and I always catch him doing so. Once, it was my purse but once he was in it, he realized and stopped. Another time, I brought over some items to cook dinner with. He was all up in it.
Then there are the times when CR#1 will ask me a ton of questions about his girlfriend. Questions along the lines of, 'what should I do?' or 'don't you like her better than my last girlfriend?' - that kind of questioning makes me aggravated. I know he is only looking to justify his relationship with a single mother and it's also his way of pumping himself up.
I can go on and on, but this is about Christmas, so...
on Christmas eve, Cowboy called me and told me that CR#1 wanted us to buy a Target giftcard for CR#1's girlfriend because he knows she bought us all something. So? It's Christmas, it's about giving, I for sure don't give a present just because someone gave me one and vice versa. Cowboy agreed and asked me if I'd like to go to Target with him - THANK THE LORD, I was elbow deep in cupcake batter. There was no way I fighting those crowds, my shopping was finished and I'm a little peeved at CR#1. Why the F would you ask someone to do that? On Christmas eve?
Then, I won the argument with myself: I also bought gifts for his roomies, so I thought - okay, I can see the point and let's let it go because it's Christmas.
Cut to Christmas morning - after the baby was in my face and I forced to wake up and watch a ten month old baby open presents and then ooh and ahh over it. Oh, I was so grumpy. Then, then, then THERE WAS NO PRESENT FOR ME FROM CR#1 OR CR#2 OR A COMBO OF.
What the F?
I know it's Christmas, I do. I know its about giving and joy and blah blah. Buuut, if you are going make people buy your girlfriend of 2 months a present, what about the girl who has been here for 7 months? The girls that has cooked your ass dinner at least 5 times in those months? The girl who was there answering your ridiculous girl problem questions? The girl who invited you to her birthday party and since you'd rather hang out with your girlfriend, alone, you decided to fore go?
Yeah, me! What about me? I was so upset. After all the gift opening, I went into the kitchen and took it out on their breakfast pizza, that I promised I'd make.
Cowboy immediately knew something was wrong. He tried all day to get it out of me. Being Christmas and his room mate, I didn't want to complain and sound like a cry baby. Finally, I did.
Please know, it was not about the lack of a present to me. It was about his reasoning for us to get her a giftcard (he even told us what amount to get!). It was about him putting the baby in my face at 8am. It was about his Christmas spirit facade - oooh, I completely forgot to tell y'all this part (yeah, I'm on a venting roll)
Get this. Two weeks ago, we all went on a double date. CR#1 admitted to us that he doesn't like Christmas and he didn't want any decorations in the apartment, especially a tree. WTF, right? (it's so funny because a few days later, his girlfriend bought a small table top tree for the apartment. I thought that was funny. Better her than me. I'm sure if I did it, CR#1 would have said something) But that's not the best part: he straight up told us that he doesn't get presents for adults, only children. HOLD UP. Did that mean his girlfriend would not be getting a gift? Yes. Can you believe that bullshit? He told us to get her one and he never got her a thing? And, I still went ahead and got him a group present with CR#2.
All that and I had to watch him fake daddy his ass throughout Christmas morning. Once the baby and girlfriend were gone, lo and behold, he clammed up per usual and we didn't hear a peep from him after that. No, thanks Golightly for making us breakfast - nothing.
Yeah. I'm livid. I'm trying to find a good way to let Cowboy know without sounding like an idiot. Believe me, he has to know because I will stew on this.
Thanks for letting me vent.