A house with a lot of kids will get dirty. When there is no cleaning help, or any other paid minions, it's expective, though unspoken that The Little Wife will clean up.

I am cleaning up tonight. I got a broom and swept the floors filled with spilled food, and other things children will messed up a house with. I waited as long as I could stand it. Then I started cleaning.

In the middle of sweeping and picking up the messes, my husband wanted to tell me something. IN the FUCKING middle of sweeping the floor. I was in a hurry not to scatter all the dirt again because I have a crawling baby too. So, I couldn't pay attention to him WHILE. I. WAS. FUCKING. SWEEPING. THE FUCKING. BLOODY. FLOOR.

So he flounced away, crumpling the paper instead of just waiting 4 FUCKING SHITTY minutes so I could listen. Then I get the third degree because I wan't to finished cleaning up by vacuuming the bedroom floor which happens to be the location of HIS royal ass-tardness.

I just want to tell you dear husbands out there. When your wife is cleaning your house with the mess your kids scattered on the floor, have the decency to let her finished before you take offense because she is not FUCKING listening right then.

If you don't want a wife who cleans, then fuck off! Don't get married. In fact, better yet, clean the mess up yourself instead of waiting for me to do it.

Fucktards!

Labels: anger

Saturday night my husband ended up screaming at my kids. It's two hours past their bedtime. He's been on tight schedule taking care of business and have to go out again that same night for another job.

It wasn't very nice outside. It was raining, and it's freezing. The kids were not listening. The kids have gotten into this habbit of having to be told 2-5 times before they get around to doing anything at all.

Most of the time, they really are good kids, but sometimes, it's really annoying when they drag their feet. I can totally understand the screaming. I've done it myself before. I've also castigated myself afterwards. Wraked with guilt from the screaming.

The anger gets to me. Sometimes, I just want a plain, good, old revenge. I think that's what my husband felt last night.

The younger me would have immediately swoop down and embraced the blame, taking offense and pick a fight with him. The new me is too busy with the younger kids to take on more drama. I have enough on myself. I cannot take anymore.

So I sit on my chair, in front of him, updating my other blog, and holding the baby close. I kept my mouth shut.

Stress can do funny things to people. I am glad to see that for once, I am not the one to scream and hurl loud words to my children. We do this maybe 2-5 times a year. Only when really pushed to the nth limit on a very bad day.

That Saturday night was a really bad day for my husband. I could have helped, but I do so much of the other stuff. I decided not to.

My bad. But it's nice to be less stress for once. I will have enough of it once again when I have to prepare taxes.

Labels: anger

Hum a tune in your head to "All the Lonely People" except it's not as pleasant.

I noticed that I dislike being around angry people. I cannot stand it when I am the angry one. Not even for love will I put up being around an angry person. Really. If that makes me shallow, then paint me!

I think I mentioned below when I "forgot" myself and didn't agree on any point my husband made simply because he's making them. To me, they sound lame and stupid. Why should I even pretend to agree when I don't feel like it. So I didn't. He went on an angry tirade for 30 minutes. I cannot go anywhere since we were all trapped in the car.

Note to self. Limit tirade in space where victims can ran away without killing themselves. I was sitting there listening to an angry discourse on why things should go my husband's way. OK. I can understand a little discussion about it. Just don't expect a landslide win when there's so solid arguments backing your position except that you feel strongly about it.

It was unpleasant. I was considering opening my door and jumping out. I considered it for about 5 minutes, and decided not to because after all, we have these lovely, smart, intelligent, beautiful kids which needed both of us around. I kid you not. All our kids are Honor student/Deans list. Besides, my husband only gets angry two to three times a year. I'm spoiled that way. I want pleasant all the time!

Truly, I like it much better when no one gets angry. If they are, please contain yourself until we get to an open space.

It's not a contest. All of us gets angry, just don't pound on the hapless victim in the vicinity.

Labels: anger