I am NOT premenstrual, but DO NOT have bread with your dinner.January 8, 2011 at 9:47 pm | Posted in Daily Life | 4 Comments
Tags: cleaning, cooking, dinner, family roles, Homemaker
So my long-suffering husband who I love very much and is my best friend, gets it in the neck again.
But don’t some things just really tick you off?!
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Don’t get me wrong, I’m Little Miss Homemaker. I love my role as a mother, wife and housewife. I put a homemade meal on the table each night. I wash, clean,organise and arrange. I wear the trousers.
But sometimes, teeny little silly bitty things just make you want to screeeeeeaaaammm.
Like cooking a lovely meal from sratch, will all the ingredients under the sun including T, L and C – and then, your husband goes and gets two slices of bread and butter. Whaaaaat?!
Now I don’t believe I underfeed my husband, and yes I am being irrational, but sometimes hormones conspire against you and the addition of muchos carbs to the dinner table when your lovingly prepared meal already includes potatoes and plenty of stodge could be classed as offensive.
So I refused to speak for the entire evening.
I busied myself, I pottered, I tidied away. And I went to bed.
The next day I vented my frustration, put it ‘out there’, was done with it and life continued on as usual.
The pinny and the picket fence intact.