A Quick Rant about my Dear Husband

A quick rant on husbands...

This morning, Mark informed me that friends of his were having a get together to watch the game tonight and he wanted all of us to go. The party is right around the corner from us and is being thrown by a fraternity brother of his that moved in recently. He and his wife just had a son and they are the sweetest family around. However, being that I am still a little sick, I didn't think I should go and be around an infant. I would be pissed if a sick person knowingly came around my newborn so I decided to stay home, blog and write.

So, a few minutes ago, Mark grabs his keys and kisses me and Trent goodbye. Perplexed, I asked him why he wasn't taking Trent with him, to which he responded that Trent was not invited to the party and that a football get together is not a place for kids. It took me an entire 1.5 seconds to register what his words meant....he never intended for me or Trent to go at all! He always assumed that I would stay home with the baby and just put on a big 'ol act about it! Normally, I would pat him on the back and tell him to have fun but since he lied to me about acting like he wanted us all to go in the first place, I thought that I would give him a taste of his own medicine.

Dumbfounded, I told him that he needed to take Trent anyway and hang out with his kid who he didn't see all week because Mark had to work so much. He told me that he wasn't going to take him because he wanted to hang out with his friends. Being that he has been (and, really always does work) working so hard, I completely understand that he would want to relax with his friends and drink a few beers but I'm still sick too! I want time to relax too! I didn't, nor do I ever, get a day off from anything and until you stay at home with a child 24/7, you just cannot comprehend how much work it actually is. So, I told Mark all of this. I calmly explained that I don't ever get time to myself and I cannot even remember the last time I went out and did anything with my friends alone. I have to take Trent with me everywhere...for goodness sake, the kid even follows me to the bathroom. I commented on how nice it would be to have some time to myself too.

Clearly annoyed and pissed at me, he grabbed Trent and stormed out of the door. Do I feel bad about making him take his son to a get together when all Mark wanted to do was hang out and relax? Actually, I do! This guilt however, lessens slightly when I remind myself that he had no intention of taking us to begin with and that it was all a big act :)

Now, I sit here on the couch, blogging and preparing to write some more of my new book. The silence is beautiful and will be cherished for however long Mark can handle Trent alone at a party where he will no doubt be trying to explore everything. Hehe.....welcome to my world!

I give him an hour...tops! Let the countdown begin :)