2 mini melt downs this weekend: (let me prefix these 2 stories, saying DD had been sick and teething the past 2 weeks, so I have been going on little to no sleep AND the dog got sick on Saturday while DH was at work and loose pooped (to say it lightly) all over the carpet in which I had to scrub out myself)
1) I spent the later part of the afternoon on Saturday cooking DH a nice dinner with DD so we can have a nice meal together when he got home from work. He gets home from work at 5:15pm, dinner will be ready by 5:30pm the latest, I was just finishing up and plating. He goes straight into the kitchen and grabs a granola bar saying he is starving. It pissed me off that he could not wait 15 min.
But that isn?t what set me off, that was just the tip. What set me off was, he has had a nasty cold the past week, so I went out and bought him some OJ. (Simply Orange brand) it is pretty expensive, but it is the only kind he likes when he is sick. He goes into the fridge and it is almost done, he looks at me and says ?Way to drink all my OJ??I, who has not had one sip of his OJ, replies that very thing, in which he says ?Yeah right?.
My BIGGEST pet peeve, is being blamed for something I have not done. (this happened a lot to me growing up being the youngest child, and I def. think I have issues about it now). I started balling, asking him why he would say that and blame me when I hadn?t touched the juice. He told me I was over reacting (which I may have been) but instead of consoling me he got mad and stormed downstairs and DD and I ate by ourselves.
2) Since my parent s are in Florida this week getting their place ready for when they move in, in the winter time (they just bought it, so they wanted to renovate a bit and get furniture before December), my sister had Thanksgiving at her place. I told her I would bring a fruit and veggie tray over.
DD and I take a walk to the store and buy the fruit and veggie platters, we get home and DH has left his shoes right in the middle of the floor and I trip over them and the platters go flying. Fruit and veggies now line my entire front hall.
I again start to ball. Not because I am hurt, but because I had just spent the last ? hour walking to the store and back, with a 2 year old, who insists on walking as she is a big kid. (so a 10 min walk takes twice as long) and I have nothing to bring to my sisters place. Not to mention the big waste of money.
Again, maybe I was overreacting by crying, but I was just so frustrated and again, DH is no help, telling me to grow up and just being mean to me instead of calming me down.
Things are fine now, he has apologized. And I am able to joke about the platters a little. We went over to his parents place yesterday for 2nd thanksgiving and I joked on our way there about picking up a fruit and veggie platter.
Re: Tell me I am not a Crazy Hormonal Pregnant Women (LONG)
Nope, I would be frustrated too. Maybe take your husband aside and tell him that you REALLY need his support right now. It's pretty crappy he's telling you to grow up when you obviously are more emotional than usual. And I understand your frustration; often times my husband beats me home from work but as soon as I walk in the door it's "what are we doing for dinner?" Why do I have to be the one to decide?!
Take a deep breath and I hope your DD (and you for that matter) feel better soon!
Thanks Ladies, all is ok now. Yes, DH is very immature still, but I have been with him for 11 years and still married him, so I knew this going in.
He is a great Daddy and did let me sleep in until 11am on Monday.