Sometimes I forget how much of a man my husband is. We’re not on speaking terms right now, and I can honestly say this is the first time in 5 years that I’ve allowed him to go to bed before we worked through the issue. I’m a firm believer in that “don’t go to bed mad” policy.
This is sort of a one sided argument though, and I guess by my policy it wouldn’t matter if he’s asleep yet. I’m the one who’s pissed off, so I’m the one who needs to work through my anger issues before finding my pillow.
What has me so riled up tonight? Dinner.
Yes, I’m totally pissed off about dinner. It’s not that we had a bad dinner or anything. I did have a very lovely little turkey sandwich that I made for myself. I even piled on extra turkey. No, what pisses me off is what Hubby had for dinner.
We’ve been talking all week about this new BBQ place near his parent’s house. My mother-in-law went on and on about how great this place is, and she let me taste some of the most delicious apple bbq sauce I’ve ever had. Yes…I said apple, and it was so good I could have eaten it like pudding.
Anywho, Hubby and I decided we’d wait until later in the week to try the place out because it’s a 30 minute drive from our house. With gas prices so high we try our best not to make any extra trips unless we have to. We normally go to his parent’s house on Friday nights, so we decided we’d eat at this new place Friday.
So today Hubby came home from work to find me asleep. I was up all night last night working on a few things I had to get done, and I had planned to grab a couple hours of sleep this morning. A mini crisis appeared, and sleep never happened. Around 4pm I decided to grab a nap. I figured I’d sleep for a couple hours, get up when Hubby came home, and go back to sleep with him tonight. That way I wouldn’t mess up my sleep schedule again.
When Hubby came home I didn’t hear him come in. He didn’t try to wake me either even though I left him a voicemail and a note asking him to wake me up when he came home at 5:30. Instead he decided to go play video games with his Dad, and on his way there he stopped at this new BBQ place and grabbed himself a plate.
I woke up at 6 wondering why he hadn’t made it home from work yet. I called him, found out where he was, and I was fine with that. I asked when he was coming home because I was starving. I told him I could start dinner so it’d be ready when he got here, or I’d wait if he wanted to go get something. His response was, I already ate something at my parent’s house so do what you want.
Now I know my husband. Normally eating at his parent’s house means he ate a sandwich or something to hold him over, so I decided to wait until he got home, then we’d go get something. I wasn’t in the mood to cook anyway. He finally walked in the door around 7:30 carrying a takeout box. As soon as he walked in and spotted me at the pc he tried to hide the box behind his back, then he goes “Baby, I brought you something. I ate all the BBQ, but I saved you the banana pudding!”
What?!!! You went to the one place I’ve been dieing to eat at, and you didn’t think to get a plate for me? Normally I wouldn’t care if he stopped for food, but fuckin’ a that BBQ joint is all I’ve talked about all week. I didn’t even get a phone call asking if I wanted anything. All he said was, “sorry baby. I didn’t know when you’d wake up.”
I asked if he’d checked his voicemail or saw my note when he came home. He said yeah. I said well then that’s a great excuse there since I plainly asked you to make sure I woke up! He just shrugged his shoulders and said he “wasn’t thinking” when he grabbed dinner for himself.
I think that pissed me off more than anything. My number one priority when he comes home from work is normally taking care of dinner. I know he’s been working out in the hot sun all day, and he’s starving. If I know I’m not going to be home at dinner I call him to make sure he doesn’t want me to pick something up. If a friend asks me to go eat with her somewhere I make sure it’s ok with Hubby, then I make sure I pick something up for him.
What pisses me off the most is that he went to that specific restaurant knowing how badly I’ve wanted to go there, and he didn’t even take the time to find out if I wanted anything or to pick up anything he thought I might like. He just brushed it off as she’ll fix a sandwich or something.
