Why I don't get Polygamy
Apr. 4th, 2006 09:14 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
charliesmumWho the heck would want more than one spouse? One is aggravating enough for me, thank you very much.
Why, I hear you ask, do I mention this? Well, if you must know, it is because my husband is freaking annoying.
He has jury duty today in Camden which is only about 10 minutes away from us, tops. He had to be there at 8:15, so he's still hanging around the house when I am going through my morning routine which basically consists of drinking my coffee, eating some breakfast, taking the dishes out of the dishwasher then checking both my home and work email to see if anything important has come up. In other words, I wasn't dressed and ready to go out, and Charlie was still sleeping. It was a little bit after seven when he says to me that he thinks he'll take the 'speedline' into Camden, as he doesn't want to take his truck in, because it has a rejected inspection sticker on it, and he doesn't want to bring it to 'cop town'. So fine. I nod blearily at him and continue to pour my coffee.
Around 7:40 he says cryptically, "My truck has a lot of equipment in it, and I don't want to leave it."
I wait for him to finish this thought and when he doesn't I prompt him with an admittedly bitchy, "and?"
"And I need you to drive me to the station," he says in a tone of voice that indicates this should have been obvious.
I'm still in my jammies at this point, Charlie is still asleep, and I'm annoyed at the interruption of my morning routine, so I wasn't gracious about it, and I point out that I have to get dressed and wake up Charlie and get him dressed.
Because I didn't acquiesce sweetly and kindly, and rather grumbled about this, he says, in tones of injured martyrdom I should forget it and he'll call a cab. I say, or, you know, shout, that I will drive him, it just can't be this minute, so does he have to leave right now, and he shouts back that he does have to leave and forget it he'll walk and storms out of the house before I have a chance to respond.
So whatever. I grumble some more, and go back to what I was doing. About ten minutes later, when it was closing in on 8 o'clock I was in the process of waking Charlie up when the husband calls me. He tells me he twisted his leg while running, and I have to go get him.
Again with the martyr. So, with much bad grace I bully Charlie awake, slam him into clothes, get myself dressed and rush to the car. I'm halfway down the driveway when he calls again and says he thumbed a ride and I don't have to come.
So now I'm really pissed off, because if he had just bloody stopped acting like a baby for five minutes all together I could have driven him to the bloody station in the first place. We still would have gotten there by 8 at the latest, and it only takes about five minutes to get to where he needed to go.
But no, he had to immediately make this all my fault because I had no idea he would have wanted me to drive him, because he didn't say he wanted me to drive him. It is also his fault that he didn't say something to me when he noticed I wasn't getting dressed or anything, and so obviously had no idea he wanted me to drive him. It is also my fault because I am not allowed to get annoyed at him when he does stuff like this, and he had to march out all injured pride.
I tried to yell at him over the phone, because I was upset and wanted him to know it, and he kept hanging up on me, which is his way of dealing with any argument we have. God forbid he listen to my side of the story. God forbidt it ever be his failing. No, I didn't have my precognition on, so it is all my fault.
Why, I hear you ask, do I mention this? Well, if you must know, it is because my husband is freaking annoying.
He has jury duty today in Camden which is only about 10 minutes away from us, tops. He had to be there at 8:15, so he's still hanging around the house when I am going through my morning routine which basically consists of drinking my coffee, eating some breakfast, taking the dishes out of the dishwasher then checking both my home and work email to see if anything important has come up. In other words, I wasn't dressed and ready to go out, and Charlie was still sleeping. It was a little bit after seven when he says to me that he thinks he'll take the 'speedline' into Camden, as he doesn't want to take his truck in, because it has a rejected inspection sticker on it, and he doesn't want to bring it to 'cop town'. So fine. I nod blearily at him and continue to pour my coffee.
Around 7:40 he says cryptically, "My truck has a lot of equipment in it, and I don't want to leave it."
I wait for him to finish this thought and when he doesn't I prompt him with an admittedly bitchy, "and?"
"And I need you to drive me to the station," he says in a tone of voice that indicates this should have been obvious.
I'm still in my jammies at this point, Charlie is still asleep, and I'm annoyed at the interruption of my morning routine, so I wasn't gracious about it, and I point out that I have to get dressed and wake up Charlie and get him dressed.
Because I didn't acquiesce sweetly and kindly, and rather grumbled about this, he says, in tones of injured martyrdom I should forget it and he'll call a cab. I say, or, you know, shout, that I will drive him, it just can't be this minute, so does he have to leave right now, and he shouts back that he does have to leave and forget it he'll walk and storms out of the house before I have a chance to respond.
So whatever. I grumble some more, and go back to what I was doing. About ten minutes later, when it was closing in on 8 o'clock I was in the process of waking Charlie up when the husband calls me. He tells me he twisted his leg while running, and I have to go get him.
Again with the martyr. So, with much bad grace I bully Charlie awake, slam him into clothes, get myself dressed and rush to the car. I'm halfway down the driveway when he calls again and says he thumbed a ride and I don't have to come.
So now I'm really pissed off, because if he had just bloody stopped acting like a baby for five minutes all together I could have driven him to the bloody station in the first place. We still would have gotten there by 8 at the latest, and it only takes about five minutes to get to where he needed to go.
But no, he had to immediately make this all my fault because I had no idea he would have wanted me to drive him, because he didn't say he wanted me to drive him. It is also his fault that he didn't say something to me when he noticed I wasn't getting dressed or anything, and so obviously had no idea he wanted me to drive him. It is also my fault because I am not allowed to get annoyed at him when he does stuff like this, and he had to march out all injured pride.
I tried to yell at him over the phone, because I was upset and wanted him to know it, and he kept hanging up on me, which is his way of dealing with any argument we have. God forbid he listen to my side of the story. God forbidt it ever be his failing. No, I didn't have my precognition on, so it is all my fault.
