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May. 15th, 2018 09:27 am On today's episode of "Will He Ever Get It Right?" we discuss my birthday. And mother's day. Well, mother's day went okay. My husband worked, so I hung out with my son. We went to a daffodil field (past its prime, but it is about 2 acres of daffodils and I've never been in all the time we've lived here so I wanted to check it out). Then we went to a farm we used to go to more often when my son was little, and then we had sushi for dinner. It was a good day. Then my husband came home and he had gotten me some Lush products (Mother's Day specials) and a giant canvas print of a photo of a scene from The Wizard of Oz. I'm not sure of its back story because it doesn't appear to be the movie cast. It came from Bulgaria, so I'm thinking it's probably a local production that someone just took a photo of and made a canvas print from. It's neat. But now I have to figure out where to put it.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent the day alone. I canceled my tutoring because I really didn't think it was helping. I wanted to treat myself to a facial but couldn't find any place that was taking walk ins. So I was bummed and demotivated for the rest of the day. I studied math, finished my history final and watched some tv. Dinner turned out good, even without the lemon. I marinated the swordfish in olive oil, salt and pepper and some Italian seasoning, then I tossed it in flour. I tossed the olives and capers in some flour and pan fried them which I'd never done before. It turned out great. I was kind of proud of myself of altering a dish I've done the same way for so many years. I just wish I hadn't gotten rid of the olive and caper juices because I didn't have much of a sauce going on. I just put in some pasta water and added some butter and more herbs.
Anyway, my husband didn't get home until 9-he normally gets out at 7. He was completely drained and didn't put a lot of effort into presents or even just conversation with me and my son. I got a Fitbit, which I'm excited about-it has lots of cool features and I hope it will help me track things better.
My other present was socks and underwear. Now, I don't mind weird presents that other people might be offended by. I was thrilled when he got a treadmill because I didn't have to go to the gym anymore (I used to get anxiety going to the gym). But underwear...okay? And it's not sexy underwear like you might be thinking. It's from a place called Me Undies, where he gets his boxers and loves them. So he got me a pair, and I haven't tried them on yet, but they look huge!
The presents weren't wrapped, and he said he didn't have time. I understand I'm home all the time, but he could have gone upstairs and at least thrown them in a gift bag.
My husband yacked my ear off about his day, how long it was, bad jobs, annoying customers.
So, by this point he hasn't even asked me how my day was yet. After the presents, he hustled our son off to bed and I could tell my son was unhappy by the lack of attention. Now that we are alone I expect that we will talk about my day. He claps his headphones on his ears and says "I'm gonna play for a bit." Talks to his friends online and plays. An hour later, he's done, I'm tired and he says "So, want to tell me about your day?" Doesn't understand how it's not cool for him to spend his energy at work that doesn't give a shit, come home and have nothing left for his family, but still manage to log on and shoot the shit with his friends. Says "Maybe you shouldn't talk because you've never had to work and come home to the family." Um. I spent 10 years in cooking jobs, and almost that whole time, our son existed (or I was pregnant and working). WTF? He honestly couldn't remember that I had worked and had a child to take care of at the same time.
He's burning himself out, he's incoherent when he gets home, can't remember our basic past, and he turns around and says I don't know what I'm talking about?
I don't think he understands that gifts and words mean nothing if his actions don't back them up and then he just makes me look oversensitive and unappreciative when I bring it up. He also doesn't understand the big deal about him not remembering anything I tell him, and acts like a hero because we finally got an app to keep track of everyone's appointments and now he doesn't forget stuff like that.
Yesterday was my birthday, and I spent the day alone. I canceled my tutoring because I really didn't think it was helping. I wanted to treat myself to a facial but couldn't find any place that was taking walk ins. So I was bummed and demotivated for the rest of the day. I studied math, finished my history final and watched some tv. Dinner turned out good, even without the lemon. I marinated the swordfish in olive oil, salt and pepper and some Italian seasoning, then I tossed it in flour. I tossed the olives and capers in some flour and pan fried them which I'd never done before. It turned out great. I was kind of proud of myself of altering a dish I've done the same way for so many years. I just wish I hadn't gotten rid of the olive and caper juices because I didn't have much of a sauce going on. I just put in some pasta water and added some butter and more herbs.
Anyway, my husband didn't get home until 9-he normally gets out at 7. He was completely drained and didn't put a lot of effort into presents or even just conversation with me and my son. I got a Fitbit, which I'm excited about-it has lots of cool features and I hope it will help me track things better.
My other present was socks and underwear. Now, I don't mind weird presents that other people might be offended by. I was thrilled when he got a treadmill because I didn't have to go to the gym anymore (I used to get anxiety going to the gym). But underwear...okay? And it's not sexy underwear like you might be thinking. It's from a place called Me Undies, where he gets his boxers and loves them. So he got me a pair, and I haven't tried them on yet, but they look huge!
The presents weren't wrapped, and he said he didn't have time. I understand I'm home all the time, but he could have gone upstairs and at least thrown them in a gift bag.
My husband yacked my ear off about his day, how long it was, bad jobs, annoying customers.
So, by this point he hasn't even asked me how my day was yet. After the presents, he hustled our son off to bed and I could tell my son was unhappy by the lack of attention. Now that we are alone I expect that we will talk about my day. He claps his headphones on his ears and says "I'm gonna play for a bit." Talks to his friends online and plays. An hour later, he's done, I'm tired and he says "So, want to tell me about your day?" Doesn't understand how it's not cool for him to spend his energy at work that doesn't give a shit, come home and have nothing left for his family, but still manage to log on and shoot the shit with his friends. Says "Maybe you shouldn't talk because you've never had to work and come home to the family." Um. I spent 10 years in cooking jobs, and almost that whole time, our son existed (or I was pregnant and working). WTF? He honestly couldn't remember that I had worked and had a child to take care of at the same time.
He's burning himself out, he's incoherent when he gets home, can't remember our basic past, and he turns around and says I don't know what I'm talking about?
I don't think he understands that gifts and words mean nothing if his actions don't back them up and then he just makes me look oversensitive and unappreciative when I bring it up. He also doesn't understand the big deal about him not remembering anything I tell him, and acts like a hero because we finally got an app to keep track of everyone's appointments and now he doesn't forget stuff like that.
