Usually, I don’t complain openly about my husband.Well, that’s not completely true.At times, I tell it like I see it when I’m talking to him about his mistakes and shortcomings.And, I never, ever hold back on complaining in general when I’m talking to my sister (tied for BFF with my husband).Also, when my girlfriends are grumbling about their husbands, I sometimes can’t help but to chime in. Still, I think it’s fair to say, that, for the most part, I zip my lips when it comes to criticizing my other half because, after all, he is my other half by choice.It would say something about me and my judgment if I bitched and moaned about everything he does and doesn’t do when I chose him and married him and had babies with him and continue to be with him.And, generally, I think I’m good at making decisions.
Anyway, I don’t typically broadcast my marital gripes.Not on my blogbecause hubby has no way to fight back.Not with my coworkers or acquaintancesbecause they have enough of their own complaining to do, and it’s just not good karma (especially as my husband crosses paths regularly with many of these folks).And, especially not with my parentsbecause all they want is the best in the world for their baby girl.If I start to insinuate that my life partner and father of my children is less than perfect, then mom and dad may start to question if he’s good enough.And, frankly, I don’t need another issue like that with my parents.We have enough of our issues.
So, onto my story
The other night, around 8 o’clock (note: this is after Jacob’s old bedtime of 7PM), I called my father from the park.One of the first things he asked (when he heard Jacob squealing in the background as I pushed him on the swing) was «where are you?» This is when my non-open-complaining-but-hinting-at-what-I-want-to-complain-about monologue began.
Cry me a river
«Oh, I’m at the park.Yes, you’re probably thinking that Jacob is usually in bed at this time.Nope, not anymore.Joe [husband] has him on a different sleep schedule.You’re also probably wondering why it’s just us and where Joe is right now.He’s at his softball game, where he is every Wednesday night (sigh).
«Do you remember he’s off work while school’s out this year because of his new job?He’s home with Jacob all sunny summer long while I’m at work all day every day.Yes, you’re right if you think it’s hard.It does sometimes kill me to leave for work in the morning when Joe gets to spend all of the lovely day with our precious son who is growing all too quickly.
«I know.I know.You’re probably thinking that I shouldn’t work full time or that Joe should be working days instead of me because, after all, I’m the mom.Yeah (sigh).Well, anyway, Joe stayed out late with one of his friends last night [for the first time in monthsI failed to mention this part] and so, he napped with Jacob late his afternoon.
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