Well the end is near, or the beginning, or the beginning of the end.??? I don’t know. I going to go with the end is near. What’s the end you ask? The end is when this strange woman goes back to wherever she came from, and my sweet, adorable, funny, polite wife comes back to live with me.
The other night’s little emotional explosion is just one of many. See what you girls don’t understand is what your husband is going through while you are going through this hormonal imbalance. We are miserable. Life has come to a halt and this is what we have to listen to everyday we come home:
Let me tell you what hurts from head to toe. My belly hurts, my belly button hurts, my hands hurt, my hips hurt, my legs hurts, my ankles hurt, my feet hurt and I’m hungry. And I think I broke my toe…….and I’m hungry..DIDN’ T YOU HEAR ME – I SAID I’M HUNGRY!!!
So the good husband goes off to cook dinner because we all know what happens if you don’t keep them fed. Clean up dinner. Make sure everyone is happy watching TV or blogging. And then step downstairs to play a little Playstation (which you haven’t done in months). The next thing you know a snarling raging bull who used to be your wife is standing at the top of the stairs SCREAMING like the damn house is on fire or something. And why because the dog barked to be let outside.
Has anyone ever seen that Everybody Loves Raymond episode where Deborah is yelling and yelling at Ray and Ray says, What do you want from me? And Deborah says, Do I have to ask to get a hug every once in a while!? And then Ray screams, A HUG??? This is my life right now. Ray knows. You can’t give a hug to a crazy woman, just like I can’t rub a crazy woman’s feet!
See in public Kate is this sweet Southern girl with red curly hair and who loves to be pregnant. People say she even glows. Well I think that glowing is the after effect of her ripping into me for no reason. I don’t get the glowing happy Kate. I get the pissed off Southern woman who’s hair is red because all of her blood is up there and she’s about to pop. She explodes at me for not caring/helping/rubbing/sitting/standing/etc., and then she goes out and has a glow about her.
I try to be nice about it. I try to stay out of her way when she is all crazy. I tried to help her out that night she was having contractions. But Kate is different (and I hope the family backs me up on this one). When Kate is upset or isn’t happy, rubbing her feet is just asking to kicked in the face. I have been trying to figure this out for ten years. So please is you have the answer, fill me in.
Now I can’t imagine how hard it is to stay positive and happy all day when you have to carry a small human inside of you for nine months while it sucks away your energy and resources. Trust me, I would NEVER want to go through that. And I have to say Kate is doing a great job at taking care of the little guy. The problem is she is doing SO good at keeping it together while at work and out and about that I suffer when she gets home.
This is why we husbands are deemed clueless. We aren’t clueless. We are just trying to stay out of the way. We balance on that line (and believe me, it’s a FINE line) between getting yelled at, or being called clueless. That’s why I’m glad the end is near, at least then we can be clueless together.