I wrote yesterday about ranting at my husband for not making the kids clean up after themselves and just plain being a slob. Well, today it was my turn to be ranted at. It was a bit surprising actually, but nice as well. I woke up at 2:30pm, went to take a shower and got dressed and sat down to check my email. That was around the same time the girls were getting home from school. My laptop was still in my room since I hadn’t taken it to the living room due to it being so messy the night before. Just then, DH came in and shut the door…
“Ok, you had your say last night, now it’s my turn. Out there, yes we all contributed to that, but this in here… this is ALL YOU”, he said as he motioned to the mess all over the bedroom floor and surrounding my desk area. I had to shrug and remind him it was his stuff too. He went on to tell me how it bothers him that I spend too much time in the bedroom during the hours that the family is home and awake and I’m not working. He mentioned that his mother had been here for Family Dinner Night, and I never even came out of the bedroom. I did have to remind him that I had slept til 3 something, not gotten out of bed til nearly 4, then had to rush out and get the kids to the clinic, get 10’s shoes and hose for the concert, 16’s green paint for Homecoming, and then came home. That was the first chance I’d had to check email that day and catch up on stuff before logging into work. I guess I could have spent maybe 30 minutes with my MIL and the family… but to be honest I didn’t want to. But now that I know it really bothered DH, I guess I will try to get over it next time.
When we went out to exchange some jeans at Walmart, he mentioned he liked doing stuff with the family more again. So, I had to ask why he was suddenly obsesed with that. He said a friend of ours had made him really come to terms with his mortality. The friend had mentioned something about an “old geezer”, so DH asked him how old the “geezer” was, and he said 45. DH said that wasn’t really old, and the friend said “Pffft he basically had one foot in the grave.” The friend is 24…. and we’re 38. WHY that conversation made him feel his mortality and a HEART ATTACK last year didn’t is beyond me!
Later on, we talked a little about him finally ranting at me, and he said he felt like he definitely needed to do it more often. It turns out that things DO bother him too, but instead of ranting like I do, he keeps everything inside. No wonder he might have an ulcer! He did say he felt that burning sensation again this morning. Stress is what contributed to his heart attack, and now it seems to be eating his stomach and esophagus. So, he needs to really let me have it now and then. The more he yells at me the better, because it means he’s going to be healthier – I hope. He actually hugged me and said “I don’t like to fuss”. I kissed him and told him it wasn’t fussing, it’s called communication.
