Ok, so last night my husband said that I was "short" with him all evening and he wondered why. I felt better this morning and I explained to him that it would have only made matters worse if I told him why I was pissed (at least in my early morning fog of a brain, I THINK I said this to him although it may have only occurred in my head).
First of all, my reasoning in being pissy and "short" with him which made perfect sense in my head last night and which is a completely valid feeling considering my thought process, was better than me voicing my pissy reasoning and thereby making him feel as bad as I felt last night.
I guess I should explain my reasoning and thought process of last night so that you can understand why it was better for me to only huff and puff under my breath rather than go on a tirade of how my life is so hectic and busy and I have to deal with everything while he goes on his merry way and does what he wants to do.
This week is particulary hectic for me. I have two school Open Houses where I have to go meet the teachers, see how the brats are doing, etc. I also have to pick up said oldest brat from extracurricular activity practice several times this week which involves me leaving work early about 3 days per week and thus listening to boss wonder when he will get a full week's worth of work out of me and the now very regular comment of "Damn Part-time Help". The answer to his first question was "when school gets out." There is also a first parent meeting of an overseas trip that will take place in about a year and a half that I have to do this evening after meeting with youngest brat's teachers. Yesterday's parent meetings took 2 hours of my time when I had hoped to get home, get brats' homework done and maybe pop in a DVD and actually work my butt off a little. Needless to say, that did not happen.
However, my dear husband who works really, really hard, gets off work, drives to the gym, WORKS OUT FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF, 4 freaking days a week, then comes home around 9:00 p.m. The brats bedtime is no later than 9:00 p.m. for the oldest. So, while he gets to go to the gym 4 days a week and work out (which by the way, is really paying off, I could do my laundry on his abs!!!) I get to struggle through all of the mundane, obligatory, work, kids, supper, homework, housework, without a moment to myself and then he has the nerve to make a comment about the fact that I lay on the couch in the evening and if I didn't watch TV in the evenings, then I would have time to work out.
So, me being the smart wife, bit my tongue (HARD) and tried not to let the little bitch out when he asked "What's Wrong?" Because you know, if I had opened my mouth, this would have come out:
Why is it that you do whatever you please while I am left dealing with all of the parental responsibilities?? You go to work, you get to go to the gym, and you don't do shit around here. Yes, you put a new roof on the house a few weeks ago all by yourself but that doesn't make up for the fact that I cook, clean, get the kids to school, pick them up from school, go to parent meetings, make sure the homework is done and that they have their baths and teach oldest brat to drive every damn day. What do you do? You go to work, go to the gym and then sit on your ass when you get home and on the weekends you go to your building to "work" but there is plenty of stuff that you could do in the house to help me out but do you do it? Hell, no! And, when you don't go out to work outside in your building, you sit on your ass and watch TV and eat and say "wait, honey, I will help with that later." And you wonder why I am pissy!!! Why wouldn't I be, I am run ragged while you get to go hang out at the gym and talk to people who don't need you to sign something, talk to a teacher, get their homework done, or wash behind their ears. And, you have the nerve to go take a 45 minute shower last night!!! I get maybe 10 minutes in the bathroom in the morning and then I am out because I can't tie up the bathroom because OTHER PEOPLE need in there.
Do you see why it was better for me to bite my tongue rather than let this out on my husband last night? He would have curled up in the fetal position and wimpered all night or gotten pissed because I was pissed and it wasn't fair because he works really hard and has to leave so early and gets home so late and how my job is so much easier because I am in an office all day instead of having to do PHYSICAL labor all day. Instead, my dear lovely husband who works really hard got to just wonder why I was "short" with him and promptly fell asleep within five minutes of his pretty little head hitting the pillow.
I guess I should try to calm down some more before he gets home this evening. I don't think I am quite over being a little pissed.
First of all, my reasoning in being pissy and "short" with him which made perfect sense in my head last night and which is a completely valid feeling considering my thought process, was better than me voicing my pissy reasoning and thereby making him feel as bad as I felt last night.
I guess I should explain my reasoning and thought process of last night so that you can understand why it was better for me to only huff and puff under my breath rather than go on a tirade of how my life is so hectic and busy and I have to deal with everything while he goes on his merry way and does what he wants to do.
This week is particulary hectic for me. I have two school Open Houses where I have to go meet the teachers, see how the brats are doing, etc. I also have to pick up said oldest brat from extracurricular activity practice several times this week which involves me leaving work early about 3 days per week and thus listening to boss wonder when he will get a full week's worth of work out of me and the now very regular comment of "Damn Part-time Help". The answer to his first question was "when school gets out." There is also a first parent meeting of an overseas trip that will take place in about a year and a half that I have to do this evening after meeting with youngest brat's teachers. Yesterday's parent meetings took 2 hours of my time when I had hoped to get home, get brats' homework done and maybe pop in a DVD and actually work my butt off a little. Needless to say, that did not happen.
However, my dear husband who works really, really hard, gets off work, drives to the gym, WORKS OUT FOR AN HOUR AND A HALF, 4 freaking days a week, then comes home around 9:00 p.m. The brats bedtime is no later than 9:00 p.m. for the oldest. So, while he gets to go to the gym 4 days a week and work out (which by the way, is really paying off, I could do my laundry on his abs!!!) I get to struggle through all of the mundane, obligatory, work, kids, supper, homework, housework, without a moment to myself and then he has the nerve to make a comment about the fact that I lay on the couch in the evening and if I didn't watch TV in the evenings, then I would have time to work out.
So, me being the smart wife, bit my tongue (HARD) and tried not to let the little bitch out when he asked "What's Wrong?" Because you know, if I had opened my mouth, this would have come out:
Why is it that you do whatever you please while I am left dealing with all of the parental responsibilities?? You go to work, you get to go to the gym, and you don't do shit around here. Yes, you put a new roof on the house a few weeks ago all by yourself but that doesn't make up for the fact that I cook, clean, get the kids to school, pick them up from school, go to parent meetings, make sure the homework is done and that they have their baths and teach oldest brat to drive every damn day. What do you do? You go to work, go to the gym and then sit on your ass when you get home and on the weekends you go to your building to "work" but there is plenty of stuff that you could do in the house to help me out but do you do it? Hell, no! And, when you don't go out to work outside in your building, you sit on your ass and watch TV and eat and say "wait, honey, I will help with that later." And you wonder why I am pissy!!! Why wouldn't I be, I am run ragged while you get to go hang out at the gym and talk to people who don't need you to sign something, talk to a teacher, get their homework done, or wash behind their ears. And, you have the nerve to go take a 45 minute shower last night!!! I get maybe 10 minutes in the bathroom in the morning and then I am out because I can't tie up the bathroom because OTHER PEOPLE need in there.
Do you see why it was better for me to bite my tongue rather than let this out on my husband last night? He would have curled up in the fetal position and wimpered all night or gotten pissed because I was pissed and it wasn't fair because he works really hard and has to leave so early and gets home so late and how my job is so much easier because I am in an office all day instead of having to do PHYSICAL labor all day. Instead, my dear lovely husband who works really hard got to just wonder why I was "short" with him and promptly fell asleep within five minutes of his pretty little head hitting the pillow.
I guess I should try to calm down some more before he gets home this evening. I don't think I am quite over being a little pissed.
