My Life on a Plate

Damned if you do...

This will be a petty entry and apologies, but I feel another hubby bashing session coming on.

Wednesday night I phoned my sister then signed in on the computer well after 10pm. He'd been watching T.V. all evening, including football. As promised I gave him a running report - 'I'm signing into writing now, I'm typing a review, I'm going into games now, I'm playing WindyWendy etc etc.' Instead of annoying him, he seemed to be enjoying it, so it appeared my plan backfired. lol Later I fixed up a game with my Canadian friend (their clocks haven't gone forward yet) by which time hubby was asleep in the chair, so I couldn't tell him. Another bone of contention with me, if he's that tired why doesn't he go to bed? Answers on a postcard please. Anyway, when he woke up his first question was ...you got it... 'Who are you playing?' Why can't he see why I get annoyed?

Last night I started the same commentary but then played a couple of untalkative strangers. Not that I dare instigate a conversation; it's not worth the interrogation. After about half an hour he says 'You're quiet, are you alright?' I commented that sometimes it's nice to be quiet then proceeded to be bombarded with trivial questions like 'Is John coming here next week?' 'What time has your dad got to be at the hospital?' 'How's your verruca?' etc etc. In the middle of a tight game I told him I'd lose my concentration if he kept rattling. Another disagreement ensued. Finally he fell asleep in the chair; I decided to sneak off for an early night. Just as I switched the computer off he woke up, followed me upstairs, then spent half an hour making his strange bathroom noises. Finally gets in bed and starts snoring. Temper and frustration do not allow me to sleep so I had to get up again. What a load of old twaddle. I'd have been better off talking about cleaning the bog!

Just realised it's April Fool's Day. Well, I'm a fool most days so what difference? Coming bog, I hear you, got my brush ready.