French or otherwise.
I started this post a couple of weeks ago and deleted it, because it seemed kind of silly after a while. But Soldier crossed a line the other night, and here we are.
The background is that Soldier has a tendency to do things to the extreme, which I think is kind of crazy. The other night he decided he was going to cook some chicken tenderloins for his lunch this week. Which quickly turned into him cooking all of the chicken tenderloins. This was like 15 of them. A little excessive, no?
After he had cooked half of them, I asked him not to cook the rest; I had a plan to make chicken piccata for dinner the next day. I did not win.
This might not be making sense. A big part of the reason for the irritation was that I didn't want to have to go grocery shopping the next day. For one thing I've been fighting a cold...I always have a hard time with them and my jacked immune system doesn't help. So I've been pretty miserable. Another reason was that it requires going to two different stores. I also always try not to go to Costco by myself since Soldier can carry stuff easier than I can. (If you don't have Costco, it's a wholesale store where you buy everything in bulk. So no matter what you're getting, there's a lot of it, and it's usually heavy.) And it doesn't just require going to the grocery store. I have to come up with food ideas, grocery lists, and try to find coupons. Wah, wah, first world problems.
So he finished making all of the freaking chicken and came back to bed, but was surprised that I was irritated. He kept saying that he was just making his lunch, as if I never make food that he can take.
He asked what I was doing and I angrily told him I was figuring what to make because now I had to go shopping the next day. To which he replied icily, "what, did you have something else to do?" Boom. Shots fired.
After a beat I told him it was rude, and he told me I was being rude to him. I haven't said much else to him since then...which was about 2 days ago. I'm not really sure he grasps the impact of what he said.
I realize I don't bring any money in, but I do a whole lot of work. On any given day, there's cleaning and straightening up to do (which half the time means cleaning the same thing every day because my husband is kind of a glorified teenager), vacuuming, laundry, ironing, dishes, wedding planning, wedding flower construction, job searching, and having dinner ready or close to ready when he gets home from work.
I do all of this because I love him and I want him to be happy to come home. Also because I may be a bit of a clean freak. But with those few words, he turned all that stuff into a chore; into something that I'm expected to do. Needless to say, this is no bueno. But now that a couple of days have passed, I don't really know what to say. It's kind of like the Sneaky Hate Spiral (refresher: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/05/sneaky-hate-spiral.html). Eh, maybe I'll just be nice to him when he gets home. Or...nicer. Slightly.
In other news, I've rejoined Twitter. Follow @RaffMcGraff for doses of lovable inappropriateness in 140 characters or less.
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