Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Stupid hormones!
WARNING: This might be TMI for some of you. Consider yourself warned.
I wanted to document a little conversation Dale and I had last night. Let me set the scene for you (because I think this will help justify my case, which is totally wrong in the 1st place). We had a busy night. Got home, cooked, and spent some time on the slip and slide. Ate, went outside to play with water guns and torment our neighbor's horses (not really). Then it was time for bath and it was not a bath night. The house was a mess because we decided to play with the boys instead of clean up again. I know it is a tough choice.
So the boys got to bed and were out by 9:30. No out of bed shenanigans by Wyatt last night. He was too tired. I sat down on the couch to "watch" the news. I was out like a light then decided I better get cleaned up and go to bed. I was up late the night before (stupid LOST) and was already running on fumes. I go to tell Dale goodnight and he had "THAT" look. I ignore it and go about my business. He follows me into the bathroom. I am changing my clothes and he asks, "Got time for a quickie?" 1st of all, seriously!?!
(My head fell backwards, I let out a huge sigh, my voice went about 4 octaves higher) "WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK ME THAT. YOU KNOW THAT I AM READY TO GO TO SLEEP. I AM WORKING ON 5 HOURS HERE. 5 FREAKIN HOURS. DO YOU NOT GET THAT. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HARD IT IS TO FUNCTION ON 5 HOURS OF SLEEP CONSISTENTLY EVERY SINGLE FREAKIN DAY!"
If he had a tale it would have been tucked securely between his legs. He was trying to back step as fast as he could. But, I continue as I am heading to bed, "I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE YOU ASKED ME THAT. DO YOU NOT HAVE ANY CONSIDERATION FOR ME? IT IS JUST MEAN OF YOU TO ASK. MEAN. AND NOW YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL LIKE A BITCH BECAUSE YOU ASKED THAT QUESTION." As he was closing the bathroom door as fast as he could I am sure he was thinking "because you are a bitch." It would have been an understandable response.
Stupid PMS, a big emphasis on the P! Aunt Flo is still taking her sweet time getting here while I am dealing with all of the stupid hormones. No, I don't think I am pregnant yet. My body just likes to play tricks on me from time to time. I'm not giving in anymore. Poor Dale has to take the brunt of it. I think I have done a lot better job lately on not taking things out on him, but this time I caved to the temptation and let r rip.
Bottom line is he didn't deserve it at all. He has needs as do I but there is a time and a place and when I can't hardly put one foot in front of the other or keep my eyes open is not the time. But, it isn't his fault that I am tired either and he really didn't deserve me taking it out on him. A simple can we do it tomorrow would have worked just fine, I'm sure. He was trying hard to get me to see that it was ok that I turned him down, but I just continued on. Now that I think about it he was giving me hints all night, but I didn't catch on. He changed my oil, cleaned the kitchen, wrote the boys and I a sweet little note when he left to go exercise and I am sure he did some other stuff, but I didn't catch it.
I apologized and am going to try harder next time not to be such a bitch!
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Well cut yourself a little slack, you were exhausted. But, um, I gotta say? cleaning? totally would have been my first clue.
ReplyDeleteI cant believe you went off on Dale like that! See he was thinking of YOU. He knew you were tired and that you wanted to go to sleep so he asked you if you wanted a QUICKIE.
ReplyDeleteYou owe him.
Im on Dales side 100%
I hear ya!! I believe my husband still thinks, even after all these years, that PMS is an excuse!! I've been known to get a little upset at times too when "it's" been expected...I end up apologizing after my rant, usually the next day! Oh well... Good luck!
ReplyDeleteMonica @ fernaaysfamily.blogspot.com
We all do it. I know it sucks when we do, but don't be too hard on yourself. He knows you love him! Everybody's entitled to a freak out every now and then :)
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