You know, last night, Jeremy's first Monday night home in months, I really started to realize why I want to choke him sometimes. Theres just too much drama when hes home with me. Maybe because I feel the need to be devious...and start shooting him with the squirt gun we use to discipline Muff, my little hellion, or trip him when he gets off of the loveseat, or yell for him until he comes to whatever room I am in and then tell him nevermind. It's just too much drama.
It all started out with my Moms christmas present. This year, all of us, my Dad, Jeremy, Jenn, Charlie and of course myself all went in to get her a nice amount in a gift card to her favorite place. Well, that favorite place is half the distance to Timbuktu, so, I called and had it mailed. I didn't get it, so I was getting nervous. Well, Jeremy got home before I did, and opened this "important" looking envelope, and it was Mom's present. I was like, "Did you open my mail." No, that was not a question, but a statement. And he's like, yeah, I thought it was from AHS, and I am like, return address clearly says blah, blah, blah, blah (in case Mom reads this.) And hes like, I dont know who BLAH, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH is. And I am like yes you do! You think that just because we are married, and I am carrying YOUR child that that means that you can just open my mail willy-nilly. And hes like yes. And I am like, that's fraud. I am tempted to report you, just to prove a point. You are not supposed to open ANY of my mail unless its a DEFINITE bill around Christmas. And hes like, well I can open anything else of yours...and I am like what? And hes like your clothes...so I shot him this look that I had hoped sent him into a puddle of ectoplasm, but it didnt.
After I huffed and puffed about it for another ten minutes or so, I decided to go and take a bath. I am in my bath, and here comes Jeremy, and he hops in my bath. So, NOW, he opens my mail and disturbs my bath. Is there no end?
Then he insists on watching the DUMBEST things on tv. Boy, have I got news for him! In another 7 months, all he is going to be watching is Barney and Teletubbies! He watches the dumbest game shows, the dumbest shows...I mean extreme dodgeball? Like I want to sit around and watch a bunch of people bang balls off of eachother...hell, Jeremy could be involved in that at home. I would LOVE to hit him with balls while he runs around! Finally, I just went to sleep.
I have come to the conclusion that sometimes, marriage needs a good referee. Its not being married thats hard, its the living together.
I mean, it's beautiful, its ugly. It's being stubborn and then giving in...and then you wake up in the morning to do it all again...and somewhere in that madness you find bliss...I am still searching for the bliss!
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I find myself doing similar things to Darroll. Like when he asks me wehere something is, instead of telling him where it is (probably because I moved it!), I tell him that I don't know and watch him look for it. Except he starts making a mess while he's looking for it and he knows that makes me mad, so I usually give in eventually.
Or when he's working on the computer and he looks really into it, I'll go sit on his lap and try to cuddle.
He does bad things to me too though, so we really enjoy to tourture eachother. It adds to our daily enjoyment. That's when you know it's love! Like Mr. and Mrs. Smith, when you're done trying to kill eachother you kiss and make up.
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