This week I'm grateful for my Hubby, although if you'd spoken to me at the beginning of the week, I may have appeared not so grateful. You see, earlier in the week he had the "man flu" and I was cranky that he had the "man flu". Yes, I know he can't help getting sick. Irrational, yes get it, but you see, I had plans for the week ... big plans! I had jobs to do. Lists to check off. Projects to start. Shit loads basically. And Hubby was home, cramping my style. Shuffling into the kitchen every now and again asking where all of his hankies were. Watching movies too loudly when I was trying to work at the computer. Wanting hot chips & gravy to ease his sore throat. And what did he get? Well I did make him hot chips & gravy, but he also got a little bit of grief from me. Actually, quite a lot, particularly on Wednesday as this was the day I had looked forward to since mid-December. Wednesday was the day I had everyone out of the house for more than 5 hours. It was Miss Flea's first full day of Kindy and it was time to make hay whilst the sun shone, but Hubby decided he still wasn't feeling well enough to go back to work and I was annoyed. Poor Hubby. He promised to stay in the bedroom & not get in the way. He said he wouldn't ask me to get him anything. What a cow I was.
|Another woman being a cow but in a strangely bizarre sexual way I think?|
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But later in the day, I had a little melt down. Not over hubby being home, but over an important document I had to deal with and I wasn't dealing with it very well at all. Lots of legal speak. Lots of advice from others weighing me down. Lots of unnecessary pressure I was putting on myself ... Lifetraps perhaps, A-M? I needed Hubby's business/legal brain guidance and I needed it fast. So I went to him, mid-way through his loud & scary movie, holding the olive branch & pulling my head in big time and what did I do? I opened my mouth & started blubbing within the first few words. Hubby just shook his head knowingly. He may not understand how I manage to put such stresses on myself. He tells me he doesn't get it. Hubby is just not wired that way. He's Mr Practical & Mr Methodical. But he didn't give me grief. Hubby didn't tell me to not annoy him. He didn't tell me to keep out of the way of the tv so he could continue to watch his scary movie. He listened. He read. He helped ... and I was so grateful.