These tiny perfect little people test our patience, make us tired night feeds yuck, make us suffer through endless amounts of Disney and Peppa Pig, refuse to eat their meals we lovingly prepared for them and the rest! All this adds up to very stressed parents. Who do we take it out on? Each other of course! We never argued before we had children. Bickered, yes. Never argued.
- I get up 4 times in the night one of which was an hour and he sleeps through it all. How can he sleep through a screaming baby and me occasionally kicking him in the shins. Then he continues to wake up in the morning and say ‘the baby slept well didn’t she’. Slept well? SLEPT WELL? Then I say ‘since she’s sleeping so well, can you take over this evening darling?’. The baby wakes twice for all of a minute. He moans he’s exhausted the next day.
- He goes to work. His days are always planned out for him. I sit at home thinking wtf am I going to do with them today? He escapes 90% of the tears apart from mine over the phone. Tee hee. I listen to both a baby who’s teething and irritable along with a toddler climbing everything and having a tantrum because he wants to climb out of the window and I selfishly won’t let him. He gets to listen to the radio. He also has a lunch break.
- I spend any spare time I can preparing dinner ready for when he walks through the door. He eats the dinner and comments on the amount of washing up. I had done 3 bundles of washing up before he got home. I have two children and two hands. Then we have a big dishwasher debate.
- He stumps his toe, throws himself on the floor screaming saying it’s the most painful thing ever. Yes it’s painful, sometimes I laugh at his comment or more him stumping his toe. Sometimes, I’m not in the mood and the glare says it all.
- He has OCD. As nice as it is to have everything organised and in it’s place. No, I can’t. It’s not nice. I can never find anything, he gets plenty of messages every. single. day. Asking where he’s put things and why TF HAVE YOU MOVED THEM AGAIN. We have incredibly high shelves in our kitchen and that’s where he chooses to put things I use. The things I use every day. Because they look good there. I would say no-one looks in our cupboards so they don’t need to look good, but people do. Because they look good. It’s a talking point.
- He leaves the toothpaste on the sink. We have a cup attached to the wall. That’s where it belongs.
- He shaves and leaves his beard in the sink. Not a big deal. But it is a big deal.
- Sometimes we argue about things, just because. Just because he’s been at work all day, I’ve been at home all day, we’ve run out of milk why didn’t he mention it last night in Tesco?
- If either has an evening out of the home, it turns into a big’ how dare they’. Evenings are the most difficult. Having fun while the other is spending hours calming the baby. Shit.
We argue about the most pointless things. I will be the first to admit I’m usually the instigator. I’m tired. It’ll never affect our relationship, we are both each others outlets. He’s a hero for putting up with me alone God love him.