Tuesday Morning at My House

I am doing all I can to not go back and read some of my favorite blogs this morning, but, you see...my morning has consisted of the following:

• Overslept, making BB oversleep, which, while he was happy to be in bed at 7:30...
• BB was late for his 9am meeting (not good, as it is his meeting)
• I didn't make his lunch, but told him we'd join him and then I'd do my errands
• Tiny Princess awoke with a horrible blowout (darn teeth!) which resulted in a sheet change, a bath, a scrubbing of the crib rails and the wall behind her crib. Somehow, none got on the floor thank goodness!
  
• Attempting to convince my husband that Captain Chaos will not learn how to cover his mouth when coughing or sneezing (or both) in 10 seconds, and we'll be lucky if he has it down before middle school...
• Listening to BB moan and groan about how his team lost in a bull **** game last night on Monday Night Football
• Listening to BB holler that the baby gate was across the door to his office, and he had to step over it

I am blessed to have a passionate husband. However, when he is upset about something (such as oversleeping), he tends to blow his fuse over trivial things (like the baby gate).

As a result of his temper flare this morning, I was made to feel that it was my fault he was late for work (apparently he can't set his alarm and get himself up and dressed), he will now be "overloading" on carbs (because I took the day yesterday to put EVERYTHING away and didn't make his sourdough bread), we have to spend money on eating out (he can't make a sandwich anymore), he had to wear a polo shirt under a sweater (he can't iron anymore either), and, the coup de grace, the children would grow up choking on things, falling down stairs, and generally wreaking havoc upon their own well being as I must now leave all baby gates down, so he doesn't have to be "bothered" with stepping over them...

Now, before you get all mad at BB, let me explain that I am simply venting my frustrations...I was already upset that I slept until almost 7:30 (I am usually up by 5), but I obviously needed the extra time in dreamland. I took the requisite pregnancy test on schedule. It came back negative, by the way, so now I can start the hormone dose to insure that we have no cysts or polyps develop as a result of close to 10 months without a cycle. I woke him up after I got dried off from my shower, whereupon, my mentioning that it was 7:40 (yes, I can take a 10 minute window and be mostly ready to walk out the door), caused him to stretch and lay in bed for 15 minutes.

I know that he was not seriously degrading me, or being abusive, or mean, or anything that was directly at me.

He just loses his temper over the dumb things and makes them a HUGE deal...

3 minutes later, after he was suited up for the cool air this morning (it actually smells like snow), he came over, apologized, gave me a big hug, and a real kiss and said "See you for lunch?"

My issue is more with the fact that I am having a harder time letting go of these things...I suppose it is because I AM the housework...I AM the freshly dusted surfaces, the shiny floor, the clean counters, the hot dinner on the table shortly after he gets home, the smell of fresh laundry, the shiny toilet, the fed animals, the TV without fingerprints (for an hour or so anyway), and when he, who is gone for 10 hours a day, says "You shouldn't do ___________. It's bad/dangerous for the kids." I just want to scream!

And the other thing, is that he normally gets his own breakfast, but this morning, when he was already late, he sat and read the newspaper while I attempted to make breakfast for him, the kids, and myself, and then he joked that "most restaurants bring the beverages before or with the meal, not after them".

Again, I KNOW he was kidding around, but seriously? You're going to be late, and you're sitting on your butt reading the paper, not watching or helping the kids or me, and you give me crap about the juice not coming with your food!?!?!?!?!






I feel much better having blown off some steam.

Now, I am going to continue to deny the urge to open up some of my other blogs of choice, and instead, will sort through the plastic grocery bag of coupons that someone gifted, and organize them all, keep the ones I want, and take the ones I don't to my Moms Group on Thursday. When Tiny Princess wakes from her nap, I'll dress her, put on Captain Chaos' shoes, and load up the kids and head to lunch with BB, and then will go buy diapers and formula, tortillas (for BBs wraps at lunch), and I think I may just treat myself to a Starbucks. It isn't Dutch Bros, but it will have to do for the next 8 days.

On the up side, as Tiny Princess has weaned herself, and I'm not pregnant, I can indulge in caffeinated beverages, alcoholic beverages, and I don't have to buy another bottle of pre-natal vitamins when this one is gone! Woo Hoo!

On the down side, I now have to actually pay attention to what I'm eating for real, as the scale went up about 10 pounds in the 6 weeks after Tiny Princess stopped nursing, but I was holding out hope that I could pump enough for her...

Hmmmm...that is a battle...no more nursing bras and free rein on caffeine and alcohol, but I'm not burning calories like a banshee...