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He absolutely hates his job. Especially at this time of year, when a series of reports come due, and His workload doubles, along with the hours He's required to work. He comes home from work, quietly irritable, takes a nap on the couch, and spends the rest of the night saying very little. At this time of year, about the only things He'll say to me are: "I love you, baby" "What's for dinner?" and "Try not to stay up too late."
He'll actually say all that every single night. Same as I always say "I love you, too, baby" and "What do you think you WANT for dinner?" and "I'll be in bed before 2am". But other nights, these exchanges are broken up by other conversation and comments, ranging from memorable moments at work to editorializing about the news. We'll compare notes about characters we play in various video games, and pass along online gossip.
But every year, in September and February, when the reports come due and His job gets more stressfull, it's as if I suddenly go from living with an intelligent, witty male (albeit an insensitive and somewhat unobservant one)... to living with a waspish, unpredictable, premenstrual woman. I can never tell what's going to set Him off.
And I spend the entire month with one overriding goal: Stay out of "trouble".
If He suddenly decides that six pairs of pants are not enough to get him through the week, or He wants Spaghetti every day for four days straight, it's just easier to wash that favorite pair of pants and fix him what he wants (and make myself a sandwich) than to deal with the confrontation which would result if I didn't.
I used to deal with the confrontation. "I do laundry on Mondays. If you want laundry done on Wednesday, then you know where to find the machines and the soap." "I'm making fried chicken and mashed potatos tonight. If you want Spaghetti, I'll show you where to find the sauce and noodles and you can make it... or you can go out and get it."
After two years, I was tired of the lecture about how He works all day, deals with people and their stupidity all day, and handles His assigned chores every day without complaint (He is in charge of cleaning the kitty litter... that's it. That's His chore) and I have all day to sit around the house playing video games and watching television, and it shouldn't be too much to ask to do "this one thing"....
I love Him. Honest, I do. There are just times when I really want to smack Him upside the head, too.
One more week, and He'll be done with His male-menstruation. I wonder if Pamprin works on men.
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Posted by lostmyself on 2007-08-30 13:03:50 | Rating: | Views: 140
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Did you know that males have mood swings that are similar to menstral cycles. and couples that have lived together for awhile have their cycles match up. Keep tract of your periods and his mood swings I 'll bet they co-inside. Also September and March are the months when the moon and sun are in line, most lunar and solar eclipses occur at this time. You problems may not be in you but in your stars.
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Posted by penumbra88
on 2007-08-30 13:22:03
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I had heard this, yes. But no, our cycles don't match up (probably a good thing. I don't think I want to see a time when they DO, and we both explode at the same time). He is actually a rather... stable?... person. Very few mood swings most months. But then these reports come due... and it's like he was saving them all up and they all attack at once.
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Posted by lostmyself
on 2007-08-30 13:55:41
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