It's Late, I'm Tired
and I need to talk (rant).
Hubby is sick. Man sick (again), which could mean anything from a cold to swine flu. Whatever it is, it does mean he's all feeble, and needs to be looked after, and can't do all sorts of stuff (ye Gads, If only I had that sort of luxury).
He was sooo sick he had to come home from work two hours early today.
I wasn't at home; I was at work helping the boss price the new menu in a realistic manner (which means totally disregarding the "rule" about multiplying the cost of a dish by anywhere between three and four-and then adding tax; and asking her if she would ever, ever, pay $15 for a bowl of potato wedges). Hubby was all like, "Where were you? You weren't home; the car was gone; are you having an affair?"
What?!?
I hope that was just the sickness talking, because if he expects me to stay around home all day when I'm not working then we have really got some serious problems.
Worst thing is, I've been justifying his accusation in my head all evening. Work is only across the road. - Question: why would I take my car? (answer: I had to go out for a few things and stopped at work on the way home).
Question: Why do I spend so much of my free time at work doing stuff I'm not paid for doing? (answer: I AM BORED!).
Question: why don't you stop doing all that stuff for free and make them pay you? (answer: there's a friggin' recession going on if you hadn't noticed matey, and I like my job. I like the convenience of it; I like the people I work with; I like the people I work for. I work part time and I'm paid bloommin' well. I want the place to succeed so that once we're through this tough time, they will offer me more money because they know I am dedicated to the place, and I am valuable to them (I've only recently - like in the past week - been able to say that to my employers; apparently they already knew. Nice)).
I think hubby hasn't been listening to what I say about work; can't blame him for that one, I don't listen to a lot of what he says about his work either. But I've never accused him of having an affair because I haven't listened to what he's said; and I want to swear lots over the fact that he suggested I was - even if it was a feeble and totally fall flat on its face joke; which it didn't seem like at the time.
I know; I'm more disjointed then usual with this one. But I'm angry. Thinking about deleting this already.
But writing it down is kind of cathartic - like going out to where the river and sea meet and screaming 'til making yourself heard over the crashing of water becomes joy, and you forget that the reason you're doing it is because you're hurting.
I really want to be doing that right now; but I can't 'cos hubby's sick and boy is only seven.
Can't even work out my bedtime feel good mantra tonight, and that's something I've been good at for years.
Obviously I need to stay up later.
Hubby is sick. Man sick (again), which could mean anything from a cold to swine flu. Whatever it is, it does mean he's all feeble, and needs to be looked after, and can't do all sorts of stuff (ye Gads, If only I had that sort of luxury).
He was sooo sick he had to come home from work two hours early today.
I wasn't at home; I was at work helping the boss price the new menu in a realistic manner (which means totally disregarding the "rule" about multiplying the cost of a dish by anywhere between three and four-and then adding tax; and asking her if she would ever, ever, pay $15 for a bowl of potato wedges). Hubby was all like, "Where were you? You weren't home; the car was gone; are you having an affair?"
What?!?
I hope that was just the sickness talking, because if he expects me to stay around home all day when I'm not working then we have really got some serious problems.
Worst thing is, I've been justifying his accusation in my head all evening. Work is only across the road. - Question: why would I take my car? (answer: I had to go out for a few things and stopped at work on the way home).
Question: Why do I spend so much of my free time at work doing stuff I'm not paid for doing? (answer: I AM BORED!).
Question: why don't you stop doing all that stuff for free and make them pay you? (answer: there's a friggin' recession going on if you hadn't noticed matey, and I like my job. I like the convenience of it; I like the people I work with; I like the people I work for. I work part time and I'm paid bloommin' well. I want the place to succeed so that once we're through this tough time, they will offer me more money because they know I am dedicated to the place, and I am valuable to them (I've only recently - like in the past week - been able to say that to my employers; apparently they already knew. Nice)).
I think hubby hasn't been listening to what I say about work; can't blame him for that one, I don't listen to a lot of what he says about his work either. But I've never accused him of having an affair because I haven't listened to what he's said; and I want to swear lots over the fact that he suggested I was - even if it was a feeble and totally fall flat on its face joke; which it didn't seem like at the time.
I know; I'm more disjointed then usual with this one. But I'm angry. Thinking about deleting this already.
But writing it down is kind of cathartic - like going out to where the river and sea meet and screaming 'til making yourself heard over the crashing of water becomes joy, and you forget that the reason you're doing it is because you're hurting.
I really want to be doing that right now; but I can't 'cos hubby's sick and boy is only seven.
Can't even work out my bedtime feel good mantra tonight, and that's something I've been good at for years.
Obviously I need to stay up later.
5 Comments:
I'm not surprised you're angry. Being married means never having to justify a rant about a husband.
But I have a theory. Men who aren't well regress half a lifetime, and want to come home to a nice smiley wifey, who will plump up his pillows and feed him chicken soup and sympathy. I think he was simply sulking because he got an empty house instead, and is probably biting his tongue as we speak for his daft remark. (He'd better not have forgotten he made it!)
No, most men don't listen to women if they can help it. Seems it's our job to listen to them, though.
And would I pay $15 for a bowl of potato wedges? No chance! Unless they were being fed to me, one at a time, by Hugh Grant... oops sorry, where was I? No, of course not. That would be very silly.
By lesley153, Aug 04 09 7:45 AM
Thanks lesley. It's morning now, hubby's feeling a better and apologised for his comment before he left for work; he's been forgiven.
Hugh Grant huh?
By ainenei, Aug 04 09 3:53 PM
Yes please. :)
By lesley153, Aug 04 09 5:53 PM
Well, it looks like you've got it all worked out...I hope. Men do have that child inside, that sometimes just escapes, when you least expect it. I'm sure he is sorry for what he said,(in desperation!)but I would make it clear that I would NEVER forget. Forgive, maybe, but...You know.
By veronikkamarrz, Aug 04 09 9:25 PM
I've heard of men sitting in the car outside the house, or simply driving round and round the block till someone else gets home, rather than go into an empty house. I've never heard of women doing that.
How is he - recovered? didn't go back to work too quickly?
By lesley153, Aug 05 09 4:23 PM