Okay, I’ve calmed down. I went for a run with the lovely Miss Juno and a girlfriend, who when I recounted my stupid morning, cites her own obsessive compulsive ways for the demise of her marriage. Aha. What did I tell you? This girl loves the smell of bleach in the mornings, if you know what I mean. On the plus side, she’s the friend you need to organize your closets. Nothing like a divorce in the air to keep you on your toes.
By the time I returned, DH was out with the little man and the kitchen was clean, and even the lobby had been wet-mopped and tidied. Later on, when I did see him, it was clear that we were in a détente of sorts and the matter was dropped. I did not commend him on his superior cleaning skills. Yeah, I was still miffed but it was hardly worth ruining the weekend over it. We had our friends over for a BBQ and I made peach cobbler. Delish!
I did, however, point out the ice cream spillage he left on the counter last night. Yep. We could have been overrun by bugs. And sure enough on the other counter was a third full glass of milk and a container that only had the grape stem in it. Couldn’t quite make it into the garbage, I guess. My, my, I guess we’re going to bug hell in handbasket.
Frankly, I think the underlying frustration is lack of sex. Between my lack of interest, fatigue and the care and feeding of the little man, taking care of the dog’s needs, my mother’s needs, it’s fallen off the list of things to do. I kind of feel bad about it and I kind of don’t. Nitpicking and nagging rarely bring out romantic feelings on either side. I’ve noticed we’re both getting a great deal of pleasure from being with the kid but we often have to divide our spare time together in order to get things done. Sometimes couples forget to be nice and gentle with each other. You really want a massage but you just can’t be bothered to make the first move. So you drink another glass of wine, take another hoot and fuzz out. The book of domestic resentment gathers no dust.
So we’ve decided to get away this long weekend. A friend of DH passed away and the funeral is out of town. So what the heck – we’ll all go with him and get away from the counters of doom.