I love my husband, I really do, but there are moments that I have an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face. First of all, I need to say that this man puts up with me on a daily basis and that fact alone pretty much qualifies him for sainthood. He is an amazing man, a wonderful husband, and the best father I could ever choose or want for my children. I just want to be clear, I love my husband.
HOWEVER - sometimes basic humanity gets in the way. We are selfish creatures. It's a fact. Animals in the wild will kill their own family members if they have to, it happens. My little monthly friend is visiting, I know - TMI, but it's important to point this out because you need to understand that I am not a rational being and when my friend comes every month...all bets are off.
So why do I want to punch my husband?
JR has this irritating thing where he offers to do something as if it would be some great help to me, when really, it's for him.
This morning (and this isn't the first time he's done this), JR's alarm goes off, and goes off again, and then again, and after the 4th time, I tell him to either turn the damn thing off or go somewhere else. Just as I start to drift off...MY alarm goes off! Ughhhh.
It's kind of like that feeling where you wake up 30 minutes before you have to and you're irritated because you know you can't get back to sleep, but you would do just about anything to get that 30 extra minutes of sleep.
Anyway, so JR, oh so sweetly (sarcasm) offers to stay with Landry while I get Logan ready and take him to school. But really this is his way of staying in bed and getting an extra 45 minutes of sleep
To be fair - this actually is a big help because I don't have to worry about waking Landry up and getting her dressed and fed. Instead of dealing with 2 kids, I only have 1, which is easier, and faster.
But I wasn't in a thankful mood this morning, so instead, I pretty much growled at him and told him if he really wanted to help, he could get HIS butt out of bed and take Logan to school, and I could stay with Landry. (Yes, basically, I am saying the same thing - you go take care of Logan and I will go back to sleep!) It's only fair since I haven't gotten any sleep and had to listen to your DAMN alarm going of all morning!
Let me explain...my monthly visitor has two personalities...she's kind of psychotic that way - one is where she comes, does her thing, and then goes - the other is where she comes, zaps me of all my strength, tires me out completely and wages an unholy war on my insides, squeezes the shit out of nerves in my back so that I get lovely shooting pains down my legs for DAYS...yeah, my friend...she can be a real bitch sometimes. Let's just say it's her sadistic side that's visiting this month.
On top of that - oh yeah, there's more - because of my cramps, and the leg situation, I didn't get to sleep until nearly 2 last night.
Then, Logan apparently crawled in bed with us, and JR took it upon himself to try to suffocate me with his big bear arms, when he threw them over my face. And THEN...the whole alarm thing. Obviously, I didn't get a lot of sleep.
JR on the other hand, came home from work early yesterday and took a 3 hour nap before parking himself in from of the tv to watch the National Chapionship Game. I told him I couldn't cook because my legs hurt too much to stand for that long and my stomach felt like it was being ripped to shreds. He said he would take care of it, so I went back to my fetal position in the guest room. At 9, I hear the kids still playing, so I go to take care of THAT situation...they are supposed to be in bed by 8:30. Logan says he's hungry..."JR, where's dinner?"
"Oh, I gave them some cereal." He's still watching football! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I make Logan some more cereal, and make myself a bowl too...seriously...so pissed, which was probably also an attributing factor to my attitude this morning.
Anyway - so I get up this morning, get Logan awake, get him dressed, fed, and teeth brushed. I'm packing up his snack, when JR strolls into the room and says HE will take Logan to school. OH MY GOD...I'm going to punch him in the FACE!!!! So he laid in bed for an extra 20 minutes while I was dragging my ass around getting Logan ready, and then he stolls down like some sort of hero for taking Logan to school. I call BULLSHIT! Logan was crying because he wanted me to take him, so I tell him not to worry. I get him in the car....there is no reason for my baby to start his day off badly just because mommy and daddy are...so I tell him it's okay, and I will gladly take him. I slide the gear into reverse and look up to see Jr walking out to his truck. I ask what he's doing and he says he has to get to work.
ME "Ummm, I thought you were staying with Landry until I could get back."
JR "Well, that's just great, now I'm going to be late to work."
I can't really express the level of rage I felt at that moment, but instead of saying something snarky, or blowing up, I just shrugged and backed out the driveway. Took Logan to school, and came home.
Seriously, I know my hormones are all out of whack, and that I'm a highly irrational person, but sometimes I just don't understand that man....and sometimes I have an overwhelming urge to punch him in the face.
BTW- I do not, in any way, condone violence. You should always use your words and not fists, and be careful with your words because sometimes they can be more harmful than fists. I do however have occasional violent thoughts...I just try like hell not to act on them!
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