Picture the scene in our house last night
6 o'clock, hubby is due home, although it can be anywhere between 5.30 and 6.30 so timing dinner is always difficult. Guaranteed if I cook it for 5.45 he'll be home at 6.30. If I plan to cook it for 6.30, guaranteed he'll be home at 5.30 and starving.
So last night I started cooking a grill up (same as a fry up but everything is grilled) at 6pm. 6.10pm hubby walks in, shouts hello and goes and sits at his computer. I find this really annoying and Isabelle goes nuts saying Daddy, Daddy, Daddy over and over again because hubby being the stereotypical male can't do more than one thing at once. He can't read and listen at the same time. He's been selling stuff on ebay and has spent hours and hours and hours sat at the computer every single night for 2 weeks! I shout dinner is ready. son, hubby and Isabelle sit to eat their dinner. I start to cook more bacon for myself as there wasn't enough room to cook bacon for everyone and fry my egg. Just as I dish mine up, hubby is finished and heads out to the garage to wrap up whatever needs posting from his ebay sales. I eat my dinner and then go and wash the dishes. I bath Isabelle and get her ready for bed. Hubby is still in the garage, so I take Isabelle to bed, read her story and settle her down. I come downstairs and tidy up, then sit on the sofa with a coffee. Hubby walks into the house, picks up his iPod and sits on the opposite sofa playing with said iPod and then says... "you're grumpy". I look blankly back at him. How the hell does he know what I am? We've not even spent two minutes in the same room since he got home from work. I say, I'm not grumpy, I'm fine. He says "what"? He can't play with iPod and listen at the same time. I repeat, I'm not grumpy, I'm fine. He says "sorry, what did you say". I say, yes I'm bloody grumpy I'm sick of being ignored and then told that I'm grumpy for no reason. Now I have a reason to be grumpy, deal with it.
That sounds pretty lame. I have lots of stuff I want to do.. but that happens at 8pm, after the kids are in bed. I work very late on 2 nights of the week, but try to get back for bath and bedtime.... but, I try to make sure I'm home for dinner on the other two nights of the week and Friday... that's my super early day where me, my mum and the kids go shopping together and my wife has a break for a little while. The weekends, that's purely for going out with the kids. Life has to be a balance and, as I see it, when you have kids, you should make time for them.. they have to come first. As for the fact that you've been home all day, it's a selfish attitude for him to come home and then deal with his own stuff and expect everything to just be done in the house without a finger being lifted. That's lame... very lame. I have friends like that, who complain how tired they are after working and just need some peace. I find that pretty shitty because I know that looking after kids is tougher than being in an office environment. Having said that, I spent the last 3 weeks off sick and was with the kids at home. I loved it so much that I didn't want to go back! I love being with my kids, they're brilliant! Hope things improve and your husband understands about your needs, your kid's needs and how to balance things out. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteHonestly...at times he needs a good slap!!
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