1. I am feeling put upon that H is sick. I recognize it's whiney, and am still doing what should be - i.e. taking care of the kids/pets so he can rest. I did tell him to remember this all if I get it! I wish I wasn't such a jerk about it though (not outwardly, just internally, martyr style).
2. I took out pork yesterday morning for dinner tonight. But now I am feeling like I want to say eff it and get Chipotle instead. The kids won't eat it and I don't feel like cooking it or eating it. But what can I do with it? It's wasteful to not eat it but it's all defrosted.
Cook it in the crockpot and put it in the freezer for when you have a busy day. Add BBQ sauce & you can make sandwiches. Add salsa and you can make quesadillas.
Also, with the husbands overreacting to being sick thing: I seriously think my H is a hypochondriac. He has self-diagnosed himself with everything from MS to belly button cancer (I'm serious.) If he feels a pain in his side, he is worried about pancreatic cancer. I roll my eyes at him constantly.
Yesterday, he started projecting his paranoia onto the dog. He read an article that said a symptom of rabies was dogs being extra affectionate. I got this call at work: "Honey, I'm worried about Ellie. She has been so cuddly and sweet lately. Also, I saw her drooling today. I think she might have rabies."
I don't have any patience whatsoever for MH when he isn't feeling well, which is really shitty considering he takes care of me when I have migraines. I guess my confession is I don't really feel badly about that.
Haha. Are you my H? He also has no sympathy for me, and I baby the shit out of him when he's sick. I'm also far less sick than he is.
Sounds like it! I do try to help him by offering to get him meds or a massage or whatever, but then he goes "I don't knooooow, I don't know what I wannnnt, it huuuuurts" and I immediately think, "Alright, fucker! Enjoy your misery alone then!"
I have a problem being sympathetic to DH when he is sick too. He makes such a big deal out of every little cold or headache. So when he started whining again this winter about feeling sick, I sighed and told him to make a damn doctor appointment then. He did and took great pleasure in telling me he had bronchitis. Oops.
I manage to keep my annoyance internal most of the time.
Haha. Are you my H? He also has no sympathy for me, and I baby the shit out of him when he's sick. I'm also far less sick than he is.
Sounds like it! I do try to help him by offering to get him meds or a massage or whatever, but then he goes "I don't knooooow, I don't know what I wannnnt, it huuuuurts" and I immediately think, "Alright, fucker! Enjoy your misery alone then!"
this has totally been me about my back hurting lately. I feel like i've tried everything i can do. I've taken tylenol, laid on the floor on m y back and stomach, tried to do stretches, nothing helps, it just fucking hurts, all the time. And H is trying to suggest helpful things, but all i can do is whine about it.
My H is totally guilty of the "man cold". I will have a cold. I go to work... I don't feel well, but I muddle through it. Two days later, he gets the SAME COLD and is convinced HIS is actually pneumonia.
So yeah, I have a hard time finding sympathy when H is sick.
Haha. Are you my H? He also has no sympathy for me, and I baby the shit out of him when he's sick. I'm also far less sick than he is.
Sounds like it! I do try to help him by offering to get him meds or a massage or whatever, but then he goes "I don't knooooow, I don't know what I wannnnt, it huuuuurts" and I immediately think, "Alright, fucker! Enjoy your misery alone then!"
I have those points too, I guess. I make all sorts of offers and he doesn't know what he wants so I give up.
I just checked my FB through my phone, and it's "Girls Beach Day". A group of my friends (5 of them) took the day to hang at the beach. I am so bummed out that I couldn't make it!
I did that this morning, Sue Sue. He's shivering and shaking the whole bed, and sighing and throwing himself around. So I get up (at 4am), go get him ibuprofen and a big glass of water and make him take them both.
If it was me, those things would have been at the side of the bed when I went to bed so no one had to go get them at 4am.
Post by snipsnsnails on Aug 22, 2012 12:01:13 GMT -5
Moe Money, Moe Problems. Hmm, not quite a direct fit, but I was going for something. Sorry, Moe. It's a funk. ((hugs))
I went to Zumba yesterday and my regular instructor was on vacation. The sub was a 6"2' ripped black dude and he was so, so, so awesome and I literally thought of you and wished you could take the class with me. He spent half the time dancing and half the time making us all into Woo, Woo Girls because he would ask us to shout during breaks in the songs.
I live in Italy, and while I understand spoken and written Italian, I have a hard time speaking the language. I get irrationally excited when I hear someone speaking English. Lame.
I have those points too, I guess. I make all sorts of offers and he doesn't know what he wants so I give up.
When dh starts complaining when he's sick I bring the various remedies to teh bedside adn MAKE him take them. Advil, cold medicine, pepto, whatever the hell. And in half an hour, he comes stumbling out, "I don't know why, I feel better though". UM HELLO.
This is a typical convo in our home:
DH: I don't know why, but I have a really bad headache. Me: Did you take anything for it. DH: No, I thought about it though. Me: (Sighing as I go get the tylenol)
WTF? I mean I understand if you're really laid up, but he'll walk in the door after work and tell me he has a headache.
You live in Italy? omg you have my dream life. I don't care if you're living on the lip of a spewing Mount Vesuvius, that's my dream life. Yayyyyy for understanding the language, even if you can't quite make yourself understood all the time.
Thanks, Sue Sue! I'm not gonna lie; it's pretty fantastic.
I have a real confession, albeit not as interesting as peeing in a cup at my desk at work. I've realized I have a total sense of entitlement about having about year off of work to stay at home with this baby. My H was unemployed for a year and a half and I supported us (in a job that I hate). I feel like it's my turn and he just needs to do whatever it takes to support me now (well, in April). It's petty and ugly and I don't like this about myself, but it's there. I don't know if this is something that therapy would help me with or not.
ETA: H knows how I feel and I think part of what contributes to it is that while he was unemployed he kept telling me to just hang on because when we started a family, he was going to "repay" me by letting me stay home for awhile.
I think these are natural feelings and I don't think you need therapy for feeling this way (unless of course you think it would help with some larger issue). From what you've posted about your H, it sounds like he is not career-driven, so things likely will not end up the way you want them to. It sucks but I don't think you should feel bad for feeling the way you do.
ETA: I think this sounded like I was insulting your H, and I wasn't trying to at all. You've posted lots of good things about him too. I just notice you've mentioned his job situation a few times lately.
TR- the fact that he SAID that to you means you have every right to feel entitled to it. That was his way of making himself feel better at the time. Now it's time to pay the piper!
Post by picklepie09 on Aug 22, 2012 12:41:28 GMT -5
My parents drive me nuts. They are not very old (60s) but both are handicapped. My dad has MS mom had a stroke. They rely on me and my siblings for EVERYTHING. They shoudl be in assisted living but they refuse. So we get calls like "Can you come over and weed the garden its choking out the hosta" Or "can you please close the window upstairs" or "Can you run to the store and get me southwestern egg beaters." Every time a request pops into their heads they call one of us. Its ridiculous
I feel bad when I get crushes on guys other than DH.
ooo tell us more!
Seriously, though, I think this is normal. Crushes keep things fun. Just don't act on them.
Oh there will be no acting on this- #1 I wouldn't and #2 he lives in Norway.
I met a hot, much older, Norwegian guy on the trip I took last week. He is a really nice guy and super attractive. He was fun to look at and spoke perfect English with a great accent. The strange part is- he knows the one guy from Norway that DH went to college with.
My H is racing this weekend and I'm secretly hoping that he loses. If he loses, he won't be in a points race in September and that means he will be driving with me to California.
If he's in a points race, I have to caravan with my parents (who are planning to make it a two day trip) and he will fly in on Saturday.
I really want to make the drive in one day, with the three of us, so that I don't have to feel guilty asking my parents to watch DS while I go to the bachelorette party on Thursday.
Post by wrathofkuus on Aug 22, 2012 13:13:17 GMT -5
I get mansick. When I get a cold, I lie around looking pitiful, and then I get depressed and start wondering if I'll ever feel better, which leads to thinking that if I never do feel better, then my life is just not worth living. It's all very dramatic. I'm so glad Mr. Kuus is sympathetic - he coddles and nurtures me as if I have consumption.
Que - I have definitely noticed a change in H since finding out I'm pregnant. He might not have an inborn sense of ambition for himself, but he does have a very strong desire to be a good father and provider.
I really hope you get the chance to be home with your baby for a while