Disclaimer: this was a hastily written post. Some of my readers have noted my unfair and unbalanced treatment of my wife. You’re right. These events happened, but I have omitted many of the nice positive things my wife did, sorry, I was just trying to vent a bit! Not that that excuses some of my wife’s poor behavior (but I had a share of poor behavior too). Just understand that bias as you read.
The holidays are starting to wind down, I’ll be able to get to work tomorrow and catch my breath finally. Unfortunately, I don’t get a moment’s peace or privacy at home. If the baby is awake I’m working on projects, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of him. The helpless in-laws in town aren’t helping matters either, it means double the work plus serving them at every moment. If my wife catches me taking taking a break to look at a screen or sit down, she’ll just give me some new task to do. She needs to extinguish idleness at the first sign lest it take root. In the evening I’m so tired I hit the pillow and go right out.
I’ve read that many women wonder why men take so much time in the bathroom, sitting on the throne. Lately my wife’s been wondering the same thing. I best not tell her it is the only place I can get a moment of peace (even then she’s banging on the door within 5 minutes, but I she doesn’t seem to say much if I just tell her I’ve had some stomach issues with all the rich food). I really see the value in having a man-cave, perhaps one day I’ll convert part of the garage, but undoubtedly that will just lead to more of my wife complaining to her friends and family that I’m just a lazy idle weed who sticks her with all the chores and responsibilities around the home. I feel like I’m living in a bad sitcom, I can almost hear the laugh track in the background when my wife gives me a jab or my feeble, obese in-laws make some ridiculous request. I’ve gotten angry and given them what-for in the past, but it hardly does any good, best just to do what needs doing, the holiday will end after all, eventually.
I have been writing this post for over the course of two days in my spare minutes in the restroom and while rocking my crying son. Haven’t really had much time to think, which is probably a good thing considering the recent events. I feel about ready to explode if I can’t sit quietly and do my own thing for just an hour or so, but that isn’t going to happen, so I’m biting my tongue and not causing a scene while family is in town. How tame the domesticated man appears, but the heart of the wild still beats in his heart. I think everyone has forgotten that I still have blood coursing through my veins, but I have to be patient and bide my time.