RubyfContributor
What's the word I'm looking for...
Hello forum friends!
This funny thing happened before!
I am laughing now, I have constructed the required bridge AND gotten over it! Well, sort of...
I'm struggling to find the words I need to express myself to my partner.
You see, he's had a hard day. He left the house before our 11 month olds morning sleep (say 10), and arrived home at 6:30 this evening. He has been at band practice with his pals, you know, pursuing his hobby.
Meanwhile, I'm here at home with our teething baby, two loads of clothes washed and hung, floors swept, vacuumed and mopped. (he asked me to move some of his stereo equipment from out the front to inside, too, which I did- note it had been there for three days and is really heavy and none of my damn business really) One large pot of Moroccan stew, cooling on the stove. I pack up the boy and we head to my work, an hour spent cleaning the local cafe. Walk home by torch light through the mist (it was such a beautiful evening), the parcel of hot chips under the pram was a tasty surprise from my boss!
My partner gets home as our son and I are finishing the chippies and instantly he's grumpy. "You got chips?" he asked sounding offended... "You didn't do the dishes? You used the bacon in the stew? I wanted that for carbonara. I'm tired and sore and now I have to cook, too?"
We didn't even get a smile, you know? He didn't kiss the boy. Just straight up agony from having to spend time jamming with his mates. And it's like this every damn practice. Oh and he called me "woman". It's new. I asked why he was so angry "How do you think a man supposed to act when he's hungry ,woman?" like he didn't have to move the giant, still warm, pot of stew, which isn't enough to satisfy a man, apparently. That lead to much yelling and clanging while a more suitable pasta meal was made. Its bath time for the babe, so I got that organised and get him snuggled down in bed. The kitchen is a sty now. I hadn't washed the dishes earlier, but they were rinsed and stacked neatly. He's out having a cigarette when I go out to feed the dogs, and as he's heading inside, he starts asking me to do something for him, then stops somewhat annoyed half way through, and says "don't worry about it". I know he was going to ask me to wrap and refrigerate his leftovers (I still needed to deal with the stew anyway so I'd not have been going out of my way) but then I hear him banging around in the kitchen. I thought, hes doing it himself, he's doing the leftovers! And he did, but only the meal that he made. The whole saucepan is in the fridge. At least it has the lid on. He went straight to bed, didn't even leave the bedside lamp on.
Forum Friends, have you been here? I feel like I'm going mad trying to be positive and productive and getting nothing in return. I can't be the only one!?!
