Responsibilities

Responsibilities

So I had a fight with him indoors today.

I had a migraine and stayed in bed this morning while he got up with the baby, the four year old was at Grandparents so not so much to do, not really, just one little lad, fairly early but still.

Of course migraine or no migraine if he hadn’t been there I would have had to have got up and sorted out the little fella, but as he was there I thought I’d take advantage!

I still had to shout helpful reminders from my sick bed, you know the basics like he’s been up for two hours now maybe the child needs a drink, some breakfast, you know, helpful stuff like that.

Finally, by about 9.30a.m. I managed to medicate and get up we agreed he would pop next door and feed the neighbours cats just as he was on his way downstairs to check his phone – ‘Put your pants on first’ I said ‘Then you can go straight next door’

He snapped, ‘I’m not like you I can’t multi-task! I‘ll do it later!’

It was a kind of revelation  to me, never really considering putting your pants on as a multi-tasking activity rather a daily necessity but I left it at that.

Then I washed and dressed the baby, cleaned his teeth, made the bed, got dressed, tidied the boys room, put the washing away, straightened the books and numerous other jobs.........

I shouted down the stairs to see what he was doing.......

He was on the computer.

‘Can you please feed the cats!!’ I said, or rather I bossed.

This is what caused the row, my bossiness..... now dear reader I will admit I can be bossy, it is my nature, but what really gets my back up is being called ‘bossy’ or even worse (God forbid he calls it me again after last huge row we had) a ‘nag’ for just making sure what needs to be done gets done.

Why is it nagging if you ask someone to do something? Oh yes it’s because he doesn’t do it so you have to ask again, and again and again and then it is me nagging and not him not bloody doing what we’ve agreed!!!

By now it was way past Kitty ‘Breakfast Time’ and he had made a commitment pants or no pants to feed those cats that was his responsibility, gentle reader I was fairly shaking with rage!

He managed the unthinkable mid-argument a reference to permanent PMT just to take fury to wrath and beyond! (Has he learnt nothing from our years together!)

He did go and feed the cats that broke the row for a while.

When he came back I tried to calmly explain why I was so upset, the need to prioritise, the responsibilities .........

The fact I am know bestowing my most precious gems, my beautiful boys to him to look after  when I’m at work.

He shrugs and begins to say, ’I would never forget to feed the boys ......’ the sentence fades he does not finish it, he remembers he has many, many times forgotten to feed them, fortunately my resourceful little 18month old will raid the cupboard and trot to him carrying raisins or pombears or whatever he can get his hands on before shoving it at my other half until opened, yes I don’t suppose my little monkeys will starve!!!