Remember when Saint Tom made me all optimistic about getting our new den/office cleaned up?
And we all loved him and called him Saint Tom and stuff? Well, last night, he hit his breaking point.
legend has it that the real St. Thomas could levitate…
but they said the same thing about David Blaine.
The room-cleaning-up project’s been stalled lately. Tom had wanted me to go through some old stuff, since it’s mine after all, and I haven’t had time.
Last night he asked me if I could clean the room this weekend and I said “No, I have a deadline next week. I can do it next weekend.”
This was unacceptable because apparently he’s been trying to get me to do this for a month. Except, he hasn’t mentioned anything in over a month, so I didn’t know that it was bothering him. In fact, I remember one time, I had asked him if he wanted to help me go through that stuff and he had said no because he was too tired.
I tactfully avoided mentioning that time because I knew he’d snap: “That was ONE time.” The experience of 9 whole months of marriage has made me wise.
After I got fed up with this argument because it was like talking to a brick wall that yells back, I got quiet.
As I lay in bed, I wondered… What happened to that guy that inspired me to be optimistic that we could actually do this project? When did this get so contentious? When did this get to be my job, anyway? I thought he was proving to my cynical hardened heart that true love can overcome any mess. Why is he not being perfect right now?
Yep, that’s what was really bothering me. He was being imperfect. It annoys me when he does that, I guess.
I still wasn’t ready to talk to him because, after all, he was being kind of cranky. But he eventually charmed his way back in. I guess I’ll keep him a little longer, even if he’s not always a saint.
…and if Lifetime movies have taught us anything, perfect husbands are ALWAYS murderers.
How dare Saint Tom not live up to his name? I’m just thoroughly disappointed and just lost my faith in humanity. The only way it can be restored is Tom must clean the entire room by himself, decorate it with pink flowers, and surprise you with it after a long day of work.
Got your back, girl!
Lol. I like where your head is at. I sort of suspect that I might be the jerk in this situation, though.
Ah, no saints in this house. Not one. Not even the cat. Or the dog. Though they are both way better than the humans here.
Haha, I guess it’s better that way. Won’t get your expectations falsely high. Unless your pets are over-promising.
This is SO me. I can lose my cool, yell, perhaps throw something, but the second my husband raises his voice, I’m ready to burn his golf clubs. I’m not sure when the double standard originated, maybe because we have to menstruate they have to be nice all the time? Eh. Glad to hear Saint Tom is back.
Lol. It’s true. I am kind of unfair like that.
I think I’ve already used up all my PMS excuses for my lifetime.
Hey, most of us guys ARE perfect, but you can’t expect us to be perfect 100% of the time!
Or can you?
Phil
http://www.blog.theregularguynyc.com
Lol. Really? “Most” of you guys are perfect? That’s especially unbelievable coming from you and your rants against people that ride the subway sick, people that walk too slow, people that wear socks with sandals (valid), etc.
I get angry when Nick doesn’t live up to his normal close to perfect standards too! Even more so when I need him to be at his best for me because I feel down, for example. Maybe that’s why they also get angry at us sometimes: because they think we’re perfect and we do something that shows we’re normal after all
Oh, I like the idea of Tom being under the impression that I’m perfect. Maybe I’ll try harder to be nice now.