Thursday, August 13, 2009

It's already starting.

Oh, how I hate rugby. How I hate for my husband to be gone. How I wish he'd rather be with us!!

I know, I know, I KNOW that everyone deserves an outlet and needs a break. I go out with my friends a few times a month and I might be certifiably insane without it. My RATIONAL SIDE knows this but my irrational side doesn't give a shit. My irrational side wants him home while I run away to do ANYthing but what I've been doing all day.

When practice is from 6pm to DARK (about 8PM here right now) then I ASSUME that husband will be home about 30 minutes after dark. Not almost 2 hours later. Without a phone call.

Turns out, as I might have guessed, that he went to a sports bar with the guys and had a beer. No big deal really, but it's just so rude to not even call. What if I had needed him?!

He "forgot." 12 damn years together and his excuse is always that he forgot. Glad I'm so forgettable.
Really, he just doesn't get it. He doesn't understand that I worry. He doesn't understand why I get upset. He doesn't understand why I think it's a huge sign of disrespect. He had to drive at least 10 minutes from the field to the destination, and he has a working cell phone. How hard would it have been? Really.

Now he's mad that we have a birthday party on Saturday and I don't want him to go to practice. He PROMISED me a 50% commitment this year. Promised. (1 practice a week instead of 2 or 3, and home games only in the fall, half the games in the spring.)

I didn't believe him, but believe ME when I say that I plan on holding his ass to it.

2 comments:

Jess said...

I'd be holding him to it as well. SO FRUSTRATING. And every time he did something like stay out for two extra hours without calling, he'd lose another practice off his list.

What? Is it a problem to treat your husband like a child?

Misty said...

I go to dance classes once a week and did try twice a week for a while. And while my husband was ok with being home with the kids twice a week for me to go, *I* wasn't. Not that he couldn't handle it, but I just know how hard it is to be by yourself with little people who demand so much.

Maybe you have to be a girl to understand? I don't know.