A bit of background. Littlest daughter has just started big school, I'd been kind of looking forward to/dreading (depending on the mood swing that day) having time to myself.
I don't actually think I have had one day alone yet.
His 6ft frame is there at every turn, loitering, or unloading the dishwasher as I'm frantically trying to make two packed lunches.
I get the tin foil out to wrap the sandwiches in, two minutes later, when I need to use it, it's been put away again.
He goes and gets the girls dressed, one of them comes down wearing a dirty cardigan that had been missing for two weeks, only to reappear yesterday.
'She can't wear that it's dirty.'
'Why isn't it in the wash basket then?' He has a point. But I know it's dirty, and that's enough. I just know; what cardigans are dirty, what to put in the pack lunch box, why I am saving a half packet of crisps behind the bread bin. It makes perfect sense to me, not to him.
That's because he was gone by half seven in a morning and not back until half past six in the evening.
When he was in the office every day I didn't have to justify why I didn't wipe the crumbs off the surface until after I'd done the dishwasher. I mean, this just isn't a conversation you have, yet now I feel I have to justify it because he's telling me I'm a skank for not wiping the surface as soon as I've made a piece of toast.
In fact, I feel like I have to justify my every decision. What I'm having for lunch, why there's no bread in, why I'm on the computer instead of hoovering.
And this, ladies and gentleman, is what is so frightening. Is this what it's going to be like when he is no longer at the office and retired?
Whilst I am dreaming of us relaxing in sunnier climes in our twilight years, he'll be nagging me about not wiping the surfaces and I'll be nagging him about eating a half packet of crisps I'd saved for later.
I can't wait...
6 comments:
I love having the house to myself during the day - and yes, you don't want to have to justify every idiosyncrasy of your day and how you run the house. It would drive me bonkers, too.
We could never work together - we're too different in the way we do things
And yes, I love when he's away and I can do things my way all the time!
I understand you. Completely! Sometimes my husband decides he's going to work from home, or he doesn't go in on a Saturday - and I feel like I have to be busy 'doing things' all the time!
He walks around from room to room, almost *inspecting* them! It's much easier when he's at work :)
I don't get ANYTHING done when he's around. They are the pest! ;-)
Hello ladies, sorry for tardy response. I have been busy with birthdays. But so glad I am not the only one to find their husband irritating. I feel I must point out that I am equally, if not more, irritating than my husband.
Thanks for visiting and commenting!
I know exactly what you mean by justifying yourself. I have to all the time even when it's not called for...I feel I need to, feel guilty when someone else is there. I love having the house to myself !
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