Thursday, February 18, 2010

Confession

So I have a little confession. I had a small meltdown/spaz/freak-out on my husband tonight. And in my defense I am very tired, and I had an odd day at work.

Many of you may sympathize with the fact that when you ask (some) men to help out around the house, sometimes you just have to bite your tongue. Like when I sent Drew shopping a few weeks ago. Sometimes they just don’t do it exactly how you would, but like I said, you have to bite your tongue, because they are helping out. And if you complain when they are trying to help, they aren’t going offer to help anymore!

Drew was just about to leave for what his school calls senior night, but its not what you think, because every Thursday is "senior night." It's basically just going to a different bar every Thursday. And like I said, I am tired, so I had already decided I wasn’t going to go along.

As he was walking out the door I noticed that the last two loads of laundry were no longer on the floor in the living room. I realized Drew must have been so sweet to do them. And my first thought was, I hope he separated my cream shirt from the darks. I run the washer and open it to find my BRAND NEW beautiful cream Anne Tayor loft shirt in with my red, purple and blue tops.

The beautiful cream top was PINK! I was fuming! I immediately start screaming.

"Get out! Get out of here right now!" I tell him. I knew I was about to blow.
Instead of taking my cue to leave Drew comes up and starts to apologize and tries to hug me.
I was so angry, I continue to scream, "You want to be a brain surgeon and you cannot even figure out how to separate the whites from the darks?!"

Needless to say, it was not one of my finest moments. He eventually did leave and gave me a few minutes to calm down. He called to apologize again, and don’t worry I apologized for my horrible behavior!

I think it might be a good idea for me to get to bed early tonight!

18 comments:

DeDe said...

Don't worry.. we all have those moments!

Kristin @ the Waiting Game said...

Can you get the pink out???? Maybe if you let the shirt sit in cold water for a couple of hours. Worth a try.

As for the blowout, totally normal and hey, at least tomorrow is Friday!

Stephanie Hartman said...

Oh girl it's okay we all have moments like that..lol..

lawschoolwife said...

I can relate with every single word! How awful :( I'm sorry about your shirt, that really is an awful feeling...especially if it was new/kind of expensive. I'm also sorry you lost your temper. Hate that.

Buuut, men do need to know a few basic "rules" before they go do something "helpful!" But I don't know where the line is between educating them and running them off :/

Rusti said...

Marissa, I had a similar laundry moment with my hubby, completely understandable but as you said some things are just left best to do it yourself despite all their good-hearted efforts. It feels good to know I am not the only one, but it happens! Especially when you throw little ones in the mix! Good luck with the shirt if it didn't try yet try to soak it in cold with the new color catcher they have and it might pull out the color.

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Life of a Doctor's Wife said...

Oh Marissa!! Everyone has moments like that! Sometimes the smallest things can cause a blow up. I am glad that you and your hubby got things worked out. I'm sure he understands.

Hope today goes better!

Kelly Marie said...

We definitely all have our moments like that! At least you knew to apologize (:

Aly said...

Oh I am laughing so hard - I feel your pain. We are moving today, and last night when I got home from work I got ready to do the ceiling to floor vaccuum job that was my last task before we left our apartment, only come to find out that Hubs "misplaced" all of the brand new brushes and attachments to our brand new vaccuum that I needed to do the corners, ceiling fans, etc. I believe "Why can't you just put things back where they belong? Are you this organized with your patients?" may have left my mouth. Clearly yesterday was not a good day in the Land of Doctor's Wives :)

Ams said...

I think we've all been there... don't you worry!!

Jennifer said...

We had to have the laundry talk recently too (and why hospital supplies should not be hidden in pockets, then washed). I love when Husband tries to help around the house, but then I have to sigh and follow him around to fix what he's done.

Its not that he can't do them, he just can't do them to my standards. You would think with all this education and learning to be a brilliant doctor, he could learn how to fold a shirt!

Anonymous said...

Its to funny that you questioned his ability to be a brain surgon...he's still a man and laundry all looks the same :)!

I recently turned the top of my workout swim suit from white to purple. I soaked it in baking soda and water over night and got it back to white. Its worth a try.

Talk with ya soon!
Love-Elizabeth

Jessica @ Acting Adult said...

Oh boy. I understand this one!

I've trained Husband to do all laundry in cold so we don't have this problem. But it was nice of him to help, right? :)

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Anonymous said...

Don't worry, we have ALL had these moments. I have even used the exact phrase, um... you are going to be a surgeon I think you can figure it out. In reference to questions like do we have milk, as he is standing right in front of the fridge. I don't know why don't you open the fridge and look, you are going to be a surgeon I think you can figure it out.
P.S. I think the comment before mine is funny!

Amy's Blog! said...

follow away!!

Justin and Gracie O. said...

Thanks for the comment on my blog! And I'm so sorry about your new shirt, but I hope you were able to fix it with the help of some of the helpful suggestions above. I hope you had a nice, relaxing weekend!

Rachel said...

My husband is in the 16th year of his education after high school, 4 months left of his 2 year fellowship...and he still doesn't know how to sort the laundry or diaper our 5 month old. Maybe they used up all their brain space on medicine :) Or they might just be faking it in order to keep us from asking for help around the house ;)