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long (&probably boring) vent
First: I am not a good person and have no patience.
Mr M is feeling depressed, which sucks, and I'm trying to be supportive but he just wallows. Also, I'm not a good person and have no patience so I don't know how to deal.
For the last two weeks he has been relentlessly negative. Anything good just spins into "could be better" Eeyoreisms. Bug does well on a test? Worried about paying for her college. Dimi's figured out a new trick? We haven't finished baby-proofing. My professor emails me to thank me for my discussion contributions? He really wishes I was done with school. Small raise? He wants to find a new job. Augh. Auuugh. Auuuuuuugggh.
I point out we've got wonderful kids, his job is secure in a crap economy, we own a house -- "I know all that. I don't know what's wrong with me that I'm not more grateful." ::facepalm::
He had a cold and because of his athlete's asthma it lingered and his cough sounds really gross now. So last night he starts whining that I'm not very concerned about the cough.
"Love, I've offered to take you to the doctor. I've offered to make you an appointment [I usually refuse to do that]. I've reminded you to use your inhaler. I've offered to go out at 11 o'clock to get you cough drops. What else do you want?"
"I don't know. Shouldn't you make me soup and tuck me in bed and kiss my forehead?"
[No, because I'm not your mother and ffs it's a cough.] "Do you want some soup? Do you want to go to bed?"
"Not really." ::pause:: "Mouse, are you still in love with me?"
For the record, yes, but omg he's so annoying.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG." I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman
Re: long (&probably boring) vent
Maybe that's what is throwing me off. Usually he's stoic when he's sick & just shuts the bedroom door and says "go away!" when you ask if he needs anything. It always bugged me, but this is worse.
I asked for a dishwasher for a xmas/birthday present because a dishwasher that works better and no debt would make me very happy, but I think it made him feel inadequate. Should I ask for jewelry I won't wear or clothes I don't need to cheer him up? I don't understand.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" isn't about children. It's about deer. We're all going to get messed the fuckup by a bunch of cloned super-deer.- samfish2bcrab
Sometimes I wonder if scientists have never seen a sci-fi movie before. "Oh yes, let's create a super species of deer. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG." I wonder if State Farm offers a Zombie Deer Attack policy. -CaliopeSpidrman
My H is similar in regards to presents. For example, I want a Dyson for Christmas but he refuses, saying "I can't get my wife a VACUUM for Christmas! That's cheesy and old-fashioned!" But . . . it's what I want and would make me super happy. Blerg.
However, he is not against getting a Dyson, and says we can get one once the baby gets closer. Ok, so instead of killing two birds with one stone, you're going to spend money on a Christmas present AND then an expensive vacuum a few months later? Oooh-kay.
I agree with this generalization. I've witnessed it first-hand from enough of my male relatives and friends to feel like there's plenty of data to back it up.
But I'm kinda guilty of being a huge baby right now myself. I rarely get sick, and normally I handle it pretty well (namely by just shutting myself up in the bedroom and sleeping as much as humanly possible), but I've been pretty pathetic all day today. It's probably because I'm terrified it's going to ruin my Thanksgiving feasting and my ability to taste and fully enjoy all the delicious food stuffs. So, basically, I feel like my whining is justified. I think I'm in the hippo crate. But I brought hot tea and zicam. And lysol.
yessssss. Mr. B got food poisoning from Taco Bell : ( this weekend and threw up for a couple hours from 2am-4am. The man slept for two days and COMPLETELY checked out of daddy duties because he "didn't feel well." I have sympathy, but GIVE ME A BREAK. I took care of our son hours after my GUTS were laid atop my chest and then sewn back in. Get up and change a f-in diaper. lol