It's all he wants to talk about. It's not even his first comp - he's done two before! I keep telling him it's not a big deal, that we're just going to go out there and have fun. But he wants to talk strategy all day long, and he's worried he's going to disappoint me, and he wants to beat other people from our gym, and he wants to practice this and that, and he wants to know what he should eat and drink, blah blah blah.
DUDE.
STAHP. This is a local, intermediate level comp with your wife. This is not The Games.
Calvin was like that too. We ran a HM together in October, and it was his first. I kept telling myself I probably sounded like that when I was running my first, and trying to be patient. Hopefully as he does more he'll get lower key about it.
H and I will never compete together because of this!
My rant: My H (staying on theme here) is very disorganized. He never puts stuff in the same place so he can find it, and EVERY SINGLE MORNING he asks me if I know where XYZ item is. Then if I don't know, he gets mad (not at me, at himself) for misplacing it. I even bought a small table to put by the door specifically to deposit such items. Does he use it? NOPE.
There isn't a single cell in my body that isn't grateful for all my DH does so I can run/race/travel. Not one.
But really, babe? How hard is it to just clean up the living room at the end of the day? I mean, you can even make the kids do it. Just clean some shit up. Please.
Post by emilyinchile on Nov 20, 2014 9:48:09 GMT -5
I am Mr. wambam and H is Mr. @sessalee. But at least I kept my crazy to myself for my competition and just looked things up online because I knew that if I asked my coach, by question number 5 of 1,000,000 he would be laughing at me.
H leaves his shit everywhere and then has the gall to say to me after the housecleaner comes "hey, let's try to stay organized this week, ok?" I AM ORGANIZED OMFG RAGE. I mean, I'm not a neat freak, but my mess is not on his level. And I also bought a basket for him to put all his stuff (he walks/trains dogs, so there are collars, leashes, bags, etc), and it still ends up on my dining room table. Which the aforementioned housecleaner then ya know, cleans, thus causing H to rant about how she always hides his things. Dude. She is doing her job. I am not going to side with you on this one.
Oh, is this where we bitch about our husbands? I want to play.
Mr. GT your marathon was Sunday, can you please move your shit off my kitchen table? And if you aren't going to do it don't tell me you are cause that fills me with rage. Just let me move it somewhere else so I can actually sit at the table and eat. Can you also please do something with the 50 piles of school crap all over my living room, maybe just leave them at school.
I'm traveling for work this week and my husband is acting like he should get an award for walking the dog every day, AND still working his normal job. You know...like I normally do EVERY SINGLE DAY when I'm not traveling. It's a 15 minute walk dude, it's not like you've saved Gotham from total destruction.
I'm traveling for work this week and my husband is acting like he should get an award for walking the dog every day, AND still working his normal job. You know...like I normally do EVERY SINGLE DAY when I'm not traveling. It's a 15 minute walk dude, it's not like you've saved Gotham from total destruction.
gigglesnort.
H does the same when I'm OOT. "I cleaned the litter boxes AND washed my glass!"
I am just going to preemptively bitch about my H since we are about to embark on a 10 day road trip to visit both of our families. We haven't even left yet, and I am already annoyed at him just thinking about spending 4 days in a car and 3 days at my in laws.
I don't have a stress fracture BUT I do have raging tendinitis and early OA. I'm pretty sure the marathon is out since I've missed all running for over a week and I don't see it magically getting better. I think I'm dropping to the half. Oh well...
I am just going to preemptively bitch about my H since we are about to embark on a 10 day road trip to visit both of our families. We haven't even left yet, and I am already annoyed at him just thinking about spending 4 days in a car and 3 days at my in laws.
Ha! I feel ya. My in laws decided to come up next week. Instant annoyance
Ooh, we're doing a group H-vent sesh? I can do better than above. I am still really annoyed with Calvin's approach to TTC. He keeps asking me when I "want" him to do something related to TTC -- things like what day do I "want" him to come home from being OOT for work to conceive a baby on command (is that how he thinks it works?). It bothers me for two reasons:
1. It puts (self-inflicted?) pressure on me for my body to perform on command - you know, ovulate on schedule, etc. Once I make a best guess at a day, my body better perform? Or something like that.
2. It makes me feel that by responding with what day I "want" him to do something, I'm playing a favor card of some kind. It's not about want, it's about what day the opportunity for us IS in a given month. I'm saving my "want" cards for when I need dark chocolate sea salt caramels, or the weather is shitty outside and I want Starbucks delivered to my office*. Not this. This is supposed to be a team venture -- A TEAM VENTURE THAT HE'S THE DRIVING FORCE ON!
I realize these are largely semantic gripes, but this is our 2nd month in a row of semantic issues over this.
*Both of our offices and Starbucks are within a couple block radius.
I am most of your husbands. My crap is everywhere and DH is the one who is organized and does a lot of the cooking and cleaning. I'm lucky he puts up with me.
My rant: No one take this wrong because I am THRILLED for all of your amazing racing accomplishments this year, but damn if I am not jealous as hell. I've been running so so well for the past 6 months but I just don't have time to train for a full. I'm signed up for a half in January but I don't even know if I'm going to be able to be off that day. I just want to run a marathon! It's killing me right now.
Susie - My H just (as in last month) finally sat down and read about fertility in women and cycles and all that jazz. This is after 2 years of ttc our daughter, and now 6 months on top of that. I really don't have any encouraging words to say other than to try to force him to read up on it.
I swear to gawd, I wanted to hit him upside the head with a baseball bat when he told me that he finally researched it. WTF were you doing before that, dingbat?!
Oh yay! A husband bitch thread. I get filled with all the rage every night when we finally get to sit down for our 45 minutes of together time after the kids get in bed and he pours himself a beer and promptly falls asleep. Really? Like I don't get up 1:30-2 hours before you every day and desperately want to go collapse in bed, but instead prioritize spending time together?
And then, he can just literally go collapse in bed and be asleep in like 2 minutes. I have my whole routine to get through - putting gym clothes downstairs so I don't wake anyone up when i leave, packing my work clothes and shower stuff and food for the day and all that crap before I can actually get to the part of getting ready for bed.
Last night our kids were inexplicably still awake and talking at 10PM and he just lays down and starts snoring as if the default responsibility for convincing them to go the fuck to sleep is all me. I was so mad that I brought Kate to bed and did nothing to stop her from immediately turning sideways and kicking him in the head repeatedly.
I don't have a stress fracture BUT I do have raging tendinitis and early OA. I'm pretty sure the marathon is out since I've missed all running for over a week and I don't see it magically getting better. I think I'm dropping to the half. Oh well...
Oh I must have missed the update but hooray for no stress fracture!! what's the treatment/recovery plan ? Sorry about your marathon.
Ooh, we're doing a group H-vent sesh? I can do better than above. I am still really annoyed with Calvin's approach to TTC. He keeps asking me when I "want" him to do something related to TTC -- things like what day do I "want" him to come home from being OOT for work to conceive a baby on command (is that how he thinks it works?). It bothers me for two reasons:
1. It puts (self-inflicted?) pressure on me for my body to perform on command - you know, ovulate on schedule, etc. Once I make a best guess at a day, my body better perform? Or something like that.
2. It makes me feel that by responding with what day I "want" him to do something, I'm playing a favor card of some kind. It's not about want, it's about what day the opportunity for us IS in a given month. I'm saving my "want" cards for when I need dark chocolate sea salt caramels, or the weather is shitty outside and I want Starbucks delivered to my office*. Not this. This is supposed to be a team venture -- A TEAM VENTURE THAT HE'S THE DRIVING FORCE ON!
I realize these are largely semantic gripes, but this is our 2nd month in a row of semantic issues over this.
*Both of our offices and Starbucks are within a couple block radius.
Oh.....I could go on and on about this business.
My hubs actually said these words to me the other day:
"So did I make a baby?" (wondering whether I got a positive test or not).
I knocked him down a few notches when I yelled at him 'YOU don't do SHIT in this process. MY body does 99.99% of the work. YOU just make a small contribution to the cause." STFU my dear, wonderful husband.
I'm sorry, although I'm glad not to be alone in the boat.
Yeah I have a feeling I'm going to have a lot of vents about TTC and my completely clueless husband. Bless his heart, he truly has very little idea how complex getting pregnancy actually can be. I'm kind of letting him be ignorant right now, keeping it light and just letting him enjoy it for now (when in reality I'm overanalyzing everything already) but more comments like that and I might make him start reading books.
Tuesday, J informs me that the latch on the washer is broken and that I need to call the handyman. "WHYTF DON'T YOU DO IT MFER SINCE YOURE OFF AND I'M AT WORK" argument aside, I call the handyman yesterday and after getting more specific info from J regarding the part of the latch that broke the handyman says he can come out after noon today and that he'll call half an hour before he gets there. J is off all day today so I say that's fine, and text J this information. He responds "Sweet."
Today, he texts me with "When is the washer guy coming?" Dude. I TOLD YOU he's coming after noon. I don't know exactly when because he gave me a window (that I told you) and not a specific time. I am at work, you are not. You are tied to the house until he gets there. WELCOME TO MY LIFE ON MONDAYS. SUCKS TO BE YOU BUDDY.
A few weeks ago, it was bitching about taking AJ to get the first half of the flu shot and why couldn't I just do it on a Monday when I'm off? Dude. I know getting him in and out of your car is a PITA because it's a two door. I understand that. But sometimes I can't cram all child related appointments into my weekly weekday off, and you actually have to do it. QUIT BITCHING. (when he had to schedule the follow up appt for the second round of flu shot, he found out they only do shot only appts on Tues/Thurs so now he doesn't get to gripe at me any more about this. ughhhhh. Working 65+ hours/week sucks, I'm sure...but that does not mean you get to sit on your ass on your days off.