My husband, S, and I have been together for 12 years, married for 6. We drive each other crazy.
I can't hear him. He is a mumbler, which he denies. He takes 5 minutes to get to the actual plot of the story. Also, many of his tales are "not of general interest", my way of telling him to speak of SOMETHING more interesting (he works with wastewater treatment facilities, which you can imagine makes FASCINATING conversation). Here is an example.
S - (telling another poop related work story)...so can you believe that?
Me - Repeat that last part, I missed it.
S - (sighing...repeats story)
Me - I'm still not getting it. One more time, I'm sorry!
S - (repeats for 3rd time, mumbling the key words)
Me - So WHY would a snake use a key in the parking lot with a hook? WHAT?!? What are you even TALKING about?
S - FORGET IT.
So this is how he gets back at me; he cannot smell.
Yesterday I was rocking L before bed when he handed me her blanket. It was damp and I was immediately struck by the extremely strong smell of pee, and my gag reflex kicked in. I told hubby to take it away, and he proceeded to sniff the blanket all around, right up to his face, insisting he didn't smell anything. This makes me CRAZY with annoyance and disbelief.
Me - How do you NOT smell that, S?
S - There's nothing there! Look, ALL the blankets smell the same. (smelling again)..maybe kind of dirty. How long has it been since you washed them? But I still don't smell pee.
Me - OMG, are you saying that just to make me look stupid? It's a whole load of PEE. Smell it again!
S - No, it really doesn't smell. NOTHING. See? (giant sniff)
Me - You are STUPID AND YOUR SENSES ARE DEAD. Go away. L did you pee on the blanket?
L - Yeah.
S - Oh, she's 2, that doesn't mean anything. L, did you pee in the chair? Did you pee on the floor?
L - No. On blanket.
Me - See? SEE? SMELL IT. SMELL IT! DON'T YOU SMELL IT NOWWWWW???
S - No.
He does this to torment me. I know he smelled it. Crazy mumbling mumbler.
I can't hear him. He is a mumbler, which he denies. He takes 5 minutes to get to the actual plot of the story. Also, many of his tales are "not of general interest", my way of telling him to speak of SOMETHING more interesting (he works with wastewater treatment facilities, which you can imagine makes FASCINATING conversation). Here is an example.
S - (telling another poop related work story)...so can you believe that?
Me - Repeat that last part, I missed it.
S - (sighing...repeats story)
Me - I'm still not getting it. One more time, I'm sorry!
S - (repeats for 3rd time, mumbling the key words)
Me - So WHY would a snake use a key in the parking lot with a hook? WHAT?!? What are you even TALKING about?
S - FORGET IT.
So this is how he gets back at me; he cannot smell.
Yesterday I was rocking L before bed when he handed me her blanket. It was damp and I was immediately struck by the extremely strong smell of pee, and my gag reflex kicked in. I told hubby to take it away, and he proceeded to sniff the blanket all around, right up to his face, insisting he didn't smell anything. This makes me CRAZY with annoyance and disbelief.
Me - How do you NOT smell that, S?
S - There's nothing there! Look, ALL the blankets smell the same. (smelling again)..maybe kind of dirty. How long has it been since you washed them? But I still don't smell pee.
Me - OMG, are you saying that just to make me look stupid? It's a whole load of PEE. Smell it again!
S - No, it really doesn't smell. NOTHING. See? (giant sniff)
Me - You are STUPID AND YOUR SENSES ARE DEAD. Go away. L did you pee on the blanket?
L - Yeah.
S - Oh, she's 2, that doesn't mean anything. L, did you pee in the chair? Did you pee on the floor?
L - No. On blanket.
Me - See? SEE? SMELL IT. SMELL IT! DON'T YOU SMELL IT NOWWWWW???
S - No.
He does this to torment me. I know he smelled it. Crazy mumbling mumbler.
2 Comments:
Lucy, I love that you are reading my blog. Yea!
You ARE one of the babies, dear. I love you ever so much!
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