Tonight at 8:00, my friend, Sarah, reminded me about a baby shower we are going to tomorrow morning for a co-worker. All week we’ve been meaning to get up to Barnes and Noble to buy a few baby books, but I haven’t been able to get away. Until 8:00pm the night before the shower.
Story of my life.
My complaint is this:
When I told Chris that I had to run up to Barnes and Noble to grab a baby gift, he said (and I quote), “Fine.”
No, it was really more like, (heavy, dramatic, irritated sigh) “Fine.”
Nevermind that the kids were in bed. Nevermind that there was nothing going on tonight. Nevermind that I haven’t been out of the house (except for grocery shopping) in two weeks without Chris or the kids. Nevermind all of that.
(heavy, dramatic, irritated sigh) “Fine.”
And I get that sigh every time I have to go anywhere – from the grocery store to the drug store to a girls night out. Doesn’t matter what I’m doing. If I am leaving Chris with the kids – even sleeping kids after bedtime – I get the sigh. And every time I get the sigh, I want to pinch him on the underside of his upper arm. After years of being pinched by my mother in church, I know for a FACT that is the most painful place to be pinched.
There are two reasons that sigh makes me mad. First, I should be allowed to leave my house without my children sometimes. And I shouldn’t get a guilt trip via a sigh every time I do. I am really supportive when Chris gets away from the house. It’s good for him. Everyone needs time to themselves. So, when he wants to play golf (twice this week, by the way…), I am really happy for him. I even insisted he go golfing on Saturday when he wasn’t sure he wanted to go! But when it’s my turn to get out of the house, there’s the sigh.
Secondly – and this one is the biggie – I can’t stand passive aggressiveness. If you’re mad, just say something. If you don’t want me to go, just say it. Then we can argue and move on.
But when there’s a sigh? Then I am faced with the dilemma of either ignoring the fact that I know he’s pissed, making me the insensitive one. Or, asking him if he’s mad, which always prompts a fight, making me the insensitive one.
I CAN’T WIN WHEN MY HUSBAND SIGHS!