Okay, okay. Eventually Handsome Rob will find out about my blog; which will cause a fight. So I think I would like to ensure that those who read this blog understand something: I DO love my husband. It is trying to be married. Anyone who has been married knows this. Anyone who says their marriage is perfect and they don't have such problems is lying. A therapist once told me that I need to write out my issues and thus getting them off my chest, will help me let it go. Thats all this is! I am far too lazy to write in a journal. Plus, what a waist of paper.
Anyway, Thankful Thursday - I am very thankful that my husband does the dishes. I hate doing dishes. I really really do. Mainly because I didn't eat off all those plates. Just like I didn't wear the kids clothes or wear my husbands clothes or use every last damn towel in this house in a one week time frame. However, I am a wife and a mother and those are the daily responsibilities I took upon myself, in order to keep this house running smoothly(ish).
So, THANK YOU HANDSOME ROB for always doing the dishes. I fold alllllllll the laundry, and you do almost all of the dishes. So thank you!
By the way.. there are some dishes you didn't get to before you went to get your hair cut this morning. I left them right where you did :)
#ThankfulThursday (Hey, someone please explain to me what the hell the point of a hashtag is.)
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Case of the Holidays
Wives of the World: Does your husband get a case of the "Holidays" every holiday like mine? Or is it JUST me?
All the major holidays are a given: Christmas, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Easter, Fourth of July. But now it seems like even the little holidays are qualifying: Valentines Day, Saint Patrick's Day, Birthdays (I know right?) and even stupid ones like MLK Day and Columbus Day, Presidents Day… the list goes on and on..
Let me explain what a "Case of the Holidays" entails.
Example: Fourth of July, 2012
As you all know, I have been quite sick lately. I became even more sick after a trip to the doctor and started medication. (Side Note: WHY don't doctors listen to you when you say certain medications don't work on you or make you sick? - This post will probably come later). The doctor gave me Augmentin - even though I explained it makes me sick to my stomach.. So, after a day and a half on the medication, I felt like I would rather live the rest of my life with no voice and a massive sinus infection than continue taking this particular medication. Tuesday night, the day before the holiday, I decided against taking the medication in hopes of having a somewhat normal holiday with Handsome Rob and the girls.
Wednesday Morning - July 4, 2012
I wake up to the husband being irritated that its 9:30 am and I'm still in bed (Um… yeah.. my body is now fighting the two illnesses ALONE again… I need my sleep - seriously has this guy learned nothing about how a body deals with sickness in his 31 years of life?) So he's telling me to get out of bed and feed the girls and get them dressed and take a shower and make my salad for the party today, etc, etc, etc…
I get out of bed, feed the girls, dress them and then go take a shower. As I'm drying my hair, homeboy comes in and is like, "What are you doing? Are you almost ready? We need to leave soon. You need to fix the girls' hair." So I just look at him because I know that with the tone of his voice and the look in his eye, he is LOOKING for a fight. Just. Like. Every. Holiday.
So, I simply say to him, "Why do you have to TRY to start a fight every single holiday? Can't you just TRY to enjoy time with your family?" His response was, "YOU are trying to start the fight! You're the one that just started it!" He stands and looks at me, waiting for my response, ready and hoping I react. I don't. I just give him my, "You are such a dumb-ass" look and then he gets in the shower. He showered and I put on my make-up. Ah.. make-up. It helps win any fight, especially when you haven't worn it in a few weeks :)
Handsome Rob got out of the shower and saw I was looking pretty and decided to give me a kiss and a hug and then walked away. (Handsome Rob doesn't do compliments.. 10 years of knowing each other, so I've learned that if you get his 'I'm sorry and I love you but I don't know how to form words' look, then I've won). Case of the Holidays AVERTED!!!
However, I did ask my mother-in-law and my sister-in-law who are married to the same type of man, if they encounter such acts of ridiculousness, and my mother-in-law quickly said, "Every Year. It's a holiday, so they want to just show up. But they don't get to just show up anymore. They are the men and have to put forth a little bit of effort. Moving chairs and tables and simple tasks like that just piss them off." Though I tend to agree for the most part, that what she said if exactly what the issue is here, I didn't dwell. Because I finally had one holiday that wasn't going to be completely ruined!
MarriedGirlProblems
(Although I can't wait for the next big holiday ;)
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Speak No Evil
Usually grocery shopping is done on Thursdays, every other week. I shop at Walmart mainly. If you have ever been to Walmart.. you KNOW how fun that can be…
I once had the opportunity to provide my two cents to an elderly woman who watched as my two year old got her toes run over from the shopping cart. She decided to give me a tip on parenting, and how my children should remain INSIDE the cart at all times. She was probably NOT prepared for the back-lash from yours truly.
See, she didn't understand that my 2 year old had been in the cart for the majority of the trip. She had only recently been let down; which was done because she tried to JUMP out. I should mention this was at the end of my shopping trip, which was nearing 2 hours. I should also mention the shopping trip was following my 9 hour work day. Therefore, my nerves were down to their last one..
Due to my lack of voice from said illness of previous post, all the elderly women shopping at my Walmart on this fine Saturday are lucky I can't speak :)
I once had the opportunity to provide my two cents to an elderly woman who watched as my two year old got her toes run over from the shopping cart. She decided to give me a tip on parenting, and how my children should remain INSIDE the cart at all times. She was probably NOT prepared for the back-lash from yours truly.
See, she didn't understand that my 2 year old had been in the cart for the majority of the trip. She had only recently been let down; which was done because she tried to JUMP out. I should mention this was at the end of my shopping trip, which was nearing 2 hours. I should also mention the shopping trip was following my 9 hour work day. Therefore, my nerves were down to their last one..
Due to my lack of voice from said illness of previous post, all the elderly women shopping at my Walmart on this fine Saturday are lucky I can't speak :)
Down with the Sickness
I have contracted some type of deadly throat issue. My voice is gone, my sinus' are producing a nasty greenish/brown mucus that can only be described by Handsome Rob as, "freakin gross," and to top it all off, I woke up this morning cursed with a cold sore.
While I really wanted to lay in bed and say "Screw Today," I am a wife and a mother and things must be done in order to keep this house running. (FYI - if I were expelling liquid from either end of my body, I WOULD be laying in bed all day long.)
So up I get. I ran to the gas station to get a hot drink hoping to soothe my throat enough to make some type of noise to get my children's attention. It did help a tiny bit, but not as well as I was hoping. I came home and sat on the couch and watched a few minutes of TV before my two girls came in. They are 5 and 2 1/2 and the loves of my life. They are 5 and 2 1/2. They don't listen as well as I'd like them to... especially when you have no voice. So my screeching at them, asking them what they want for breakfast, comes out more like an alien trying to communicate through an ancient vocal technique. So I decided to wait until one of them says they are hungry.
A few minutes later Handsome Rob comes up from the basement and sits on the other couch. After a few moments of silence he says, "Did you feed the girls breakfast yet?" My screeching comes out again, but luckily he knows how to read lips. "Not yet," I can barely make out. "You going to?" He asks. I shake my head yes and make my way into the kitchen as he makes his way into the bathroom.
About a minute later he comes out and sees me over the oven. I have a pan out and started the bacon, with the eggs on the counter and the biscuits next to them. He stood there for a few seconds and then said, "You are going to make breakfast? You are going to get everyone sick!"
Dumbfounded by the last three minutes of our existence together, I look at him in awe and confusion. I screech again, "Okay, then you make breakfast." He walks past me and straight down the stairs. I wait a few minutes as the bacon is cooking, to see if he will come back up and take over.
He came back up alright...
And went right outside to the man cave.
MarriedGirlProblems.
While I really wanted to lay in bed and say "Screw Today," I am a wife and a mother and things must be done in order to keep this house running. (FYI - if I were expelling liquid from either end of my body, I WOULD be laying in bed all day long.)
So up I get. I ran to the gas station to get a hot drink hoping to soothe my throat enough to make some type of noise to get my children's attention. It did help a tiny bit, but not as well as I was hoping. I came home and sat on the couch and watched a few minutes of TV before my two girls came in. They are 5 and 2 1/2 and the loves of my life. They are 5 and 2 1/2. They don't listen as well as I'd like them to... especially when you have no voice. So my screeching at them, asking them what they want for breakfast, comes out more like an alien trying to communicate through an ancient vocal technique. So I decided to wait until one of them says they are hungry.
A few minutes later Handsome Rob comes up from the basement and sits on the other couch. After a few moments of silence he says, "Did you feed the girls breakfast yet?" My screeching comes out again, but luckily he knows how to read lips. "Not yet," I can barely make out. "You going to?" He asks. I shake my head yes and make my way into the kitchen as he makes his way into the bathroom.
About a minute later he comes out and sees me over the oven. I have a pan out and started the bacon, with the eggs on the counter and the biscuits next to them. He stood there for a few seconds and then said, "You are going to make breakfast? You are going to get everyone sick!"
Dumbfounded by the last three minutes of our existence together, I look at him in awe and confusion. I screech again, "Okay, then you make breakfast." He walks past me and straight down the stairs. I wait a few minutes as the bacon is cooking, to see if he will come back up and take over.
He came back up alright...
And went right outside to the man cave.
MarriedGirlProblems.
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