He just failed all over the place.
I had to work at 7am. The bug man came over at 9am to spray... He was still sleeping even though I reminded him the bug guy would be coming.
Well, 10am the bug guy calls me and says he can't wait anymore. I apologize immensely and tell him I understand. Strike one.
1030a, still no word from DH. I start freaking out because there's no way Conner is still sleeping.
I leave work to come home to Conner playing in our bedroom while DH sleeps. Strike two.
Conner's been up since 9am says DH. He hasn't been fed and had a shitty diaper. Strike three.
I fed him, changed him, played with him a bit, then had to go back to work. DH tells me to lay him down for a nap and if he doesn't sleep, he'll get him. Conner wasn't tired. I felt so unbelievably bad for him. I kissed Conner, apologized for his dad failing, then left while crying. I wanted to call in so bad. Strike four.
DH texts me on his way to work and lets me know he hit a raccoon on his way home the night before and it cracked his front bumper on his 5 month old car. Strike five.
Then he tells me he had to take the debit card to get gas because he spent the cash I'd given him the day before already... It was $60 and it was FOR GAS. Strike six.
I was just super over him yesterday. If you guys saw my status about missing Conner, it was totally for my DH. It took a lot not to tag him in it.
Hugs, mama! I would've been crying too. 
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