Ever since Jason and I got together I have always babied him. Now that we are older and the I have kids to tend to, his babying has dwindled down quite a bit. He's since been forced to learn how to pick out his own clothes (
which just means grabbing whatever he left in the floor last) and make his own drink every once in a while (
calls one of the girls to get it). When he gets home all I want is for him to be sweet, lovey and happy. The saying is true "
If the woman isn't happy, ain't nobody happy"! Well, one if he dreads coming home because he's going to have to help out, he's not going to be anxious to get home. Two he's tired and had a rotten day, believe me I know. (
I hear about it Every night!) Add all that up and the ending result leaves you with an ill butt husband. (
Not sweet, lovey, happy, like I wanted) Then it doesn't matter what type of day I've had ,
the kids have been angels, no meltdowns it was Great Good or
I want to pull my hair out, he's fussy and into everything, they've fought all day and my nerves are shot!!! Bad. No little kiss can fix it, my night is ruined, which ruins everybody else's.
(I hate being in that crabby hormonal funk, it's not pretty.) So, at the end of the day I don't want help with my nightly routine. Just
get out of my way sit, relax and forget about your day, I have it all down to a science, and I we can snuggle on the couch when I'm done. Well every once in a while he doesn't listen (
Lately, I think it's because of some of the spoiling comments, I've gotten. Plus my posts) and he tries to help out. (
Which really irritates me! I like spoiling him, it makes me happy, so leave it alone!)
The other night when he came home, I was already feeding Jacob and supper was on the table.
Well, all but a pan of fries which was beeping in the oven. Trying to help out he told me to sit and he would take care of it. Hesitant I just let him do without putting up a fight. Next thing I hear is him gasping in pain. I had the oven at 500' , to rush cook the fries and hear he goes and sticks his face right in the door to grab them. Being the drama man that he can be (
funny I know, we're talking about my big burly guy) starts screaming "My face!", here It sounded like I was talking to one of the kids "What did you do,now?". "I singed the hair off my face!" (This coming from a guy with all sorts of talents. He's around saws, big equipment all day for goodness sakes the man used to be a welder. Yet he can't understand the concept of a stove.) "What?, Shut- up you aren't serious!"I said. Then here he comes hands holding his forehead "Look!, did it singe my eyebrows?". I'm laughing so hard, not looking just telling him to get away, getting the fries myself. It's times like this I think I may have babied him too much. Then again it just re-enforces the fact he needs to just let me take care of it.
