My sister always kids with me saying my friends in the blogasphere must think my husband is perfect as I never complain about him. Well Karen, today I’m about to debunk that theory..lol Disclaimer to family members: this is purely a premenstrual rant, please don’t read into it.
I was having a bitch about my husband relaying the events of the morning to my sister during one of our routine morning talks. “Hubby’s being a Richard (cleaning it up a little for you..lol) this morning.”
I started to tell her how while I was packing Meggers lunch and getting her ready for school this morning, hubby was getting out our grossly oversized toaster/oven to make “himself” breakfast. Instead of moving a few things on the counter to make room for the monstrocity, he decided to take the mess to a completely new surface. I made a comment about maybe helping clean up the surface a little rather than just passing over it and creating more mess somewhere else. Here’s how my hubby responded….
He put down the toaster/oven and started to move things off the counter, for which I have to give him credit. However, the comment that came with having to do this task pissed me off raised my blood pressure a little. Said with lots of snark “Oh yeah, because I hate it when I leave my purse right here on the counter”. Now normally (when I’m not premenstrual) I would let it go, but being that I was racing against the clock to get Meggers to school and he was making “himself” breakfast I responded..
“I can’t believe you just said that…… Oh yeah because I never pick up after you.” Istarted mumbling under my breath… because I NEVER pick up his mess, dirty socks, shoes, or clean HIS hair around the sink, and why can’t men hit the potty? It’s a big enough bullseye, I could hit that standing up. I NEVER clean THAT mess do I? Talk to me about my purse. Hmmmffff! Go on, continue making breakfast for yourself….
Hubby oblivious to the rant ensuing under breath, must have realized he’d annoyed me and asked if I’d given Meggers her meds. “Not yet, I’m just about to.” Hubby started to get Meggers medicine ready. Again under my breath… “Ohhhh now you wanna help, right before we’re walking out the door. Typical! No, no, no go ahead enjoy YOUR breakfast, don’t ask me if I’M hungry.. talk to me about my purse….”
Now obviously it was petty, silly, and I’m most definitely premenstrual, which is why I never post this stuff, but when I got on the phone with my sister she was laughing, saying I should blog about it. So bloggy friends if you ever though my husband was perfect, I hope this post will satisfy the rumor.