Can we meet somewhere in the middle?
Arguments suck. I don't care who they are with--friends, husbands, sisters, brothers (well if I had one), parents, uncles, aunts--doesn't matter. If you are fighting, life is miserable. I'm one who yells a bit then pulls back and sulks. Or at least it appears that way.
What I am really doing is dissecting the entire damn argument and figuring out the best comebacks I should have argued back with. The ones that really twist it in there and make my point. Like say the laundry "discussion" that happens about once every 3 months here. It starts with a simple statement like, "Why aren't there any darks done?" Or substitute darks with whites, colors, blue jeans, towels, doesn't matter... you get the idea.
You'd think a fire was lit under my ass when I respond. It can be any number of statements--some more clever than others. I like, "You've got hands, throw a few clothes in yourself." There's also the old stand by, "Who do I look like, your personal maid?" Or I might thrown in, "What? I'm not busting my ass in and out of an office all day AND bringing kids to and fro?" But you see where this is going don't you?
Hostility. Grumping. Someone storming off. And depending on who needs the clothes the most--or which child needs tending to; one of us ends up tossing laundry in the washer. Albeit, begrudgingly.
It's a sore spot in our house. And hell, if I could afford to send it off every week (or the two or three times a week), I would, because quite frankly I suck at it. And with two kids in the house, it is all I can do to keep them clothed in something presentable, forget about me (just last week, I wiped cookie slobber off a sleeve of a black shirt so I could wear it to the office).
Anyway, my point is this, why does this have to be a struggle? Just like the dishes/dishwasher thing? And the grocery shopping. Or picking up the never-ending toys. Or the kids clothing? Or say changing the sheets? I hate that my weekends (particularly Saturday mornings), I spent doing all the cleaning I didn't do during the week--whether that excuse is going into the office more or just plain laziness. It's the only way we can make it. Unless of course there was more help in the house. But, hey I can't really point fingers. Because in the end, we share the children and we share a household.
What I am really doing is dissecting the entire damn argument and figuring out the best comebacks I should have argued back with. The ones that really twist it in there and make my point. Like say the laundry "discussion" that happens about once every 3 months here. It starts with a simple statement like, "Why aren't there any darks done?" Or substitute darks with whites, colors, blue jeans, towels, doesn't matter... you get the idea.
You'd think a fire was lit under my ass when I respond. It can be any number of statements--some more clever than others. I like, "You've got hands, throw a few clothes in yourself." There's also the old stand by, "Who do I look like, your personal maid?" Or I might thrown in, "What? I'm not busting my ass in and out of an office all day AND bringing kids to and fro?" But you see where this is going don't you?
Hostility. Grumping. Someone storming off. And depending on who needs the clothes the most--or which child needs tending to; one of us ends up tossing laundry in the washer. Albeit, begrudgingly.
It's a sore spot in our house. And hell, if I could afford to send it off every week (or the two or three times a week), I would, because quite frankly I suck at it. And with two kids in the house, it is all I can do to keep them clothed in something presentable, forget about me (just last week, I wiped cookie slobber off a sleeve of a black shirt so I could wear it to the office).
Anyway, my point is this, why does this have to be a struggle? Just like the dishes/dishwasher thing? And the grocery shopping. Or picking up the never-ending toys. Or the kids clothing? Or say changing the sheets? I hate that my weekends (particularly Saturday mornings), I spent doing all the cleaning I didn't do during the week--whether that excuse is going into the office more or just plain laziness. It's the only way we can make it. Unless of course there was more help in the house. But, hey I can't really point fingers. Because in the end, we share the children and we share a household.
