Well it finally happened somewhere circa Saturday 2.30pm.
The Meltdown. 
Weeks ago I'd agreed that we have a braai with a bunch of old friends on Saturday afternoon at our place (Curse that indoor braai which leaves no excuse for cancelling). Up to this point it had been a hectic weekend and we really got home only then for the first time.
I started tidying up frantically in time for the influx... the Band (oh, such naivete) said "why are you doing that now?" and that, friends, was his gravest error.
I replied "because I want it done now. There are people coming over and I am not happy with the way this place looks."
"But," he replies enduring along that tragic walk to oblivion, "why now? you've been ok with it til now. Why now?"
And then I manifested.
"I have not been ok with ANY of it til now. But I leave things and suck it up and suck it up some more until I reach a point where I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!"
Which is when he gently steered me to the privacy of our bedroom (because, OBVIOUSLY, we were not alone). Poor harry was furiously vacuuming up a storm by this stage. Shame. But it wasn't that. It was J's dishwasher. And tumble dryer. And Shelves. All in my bluddy dining room for the past month and a half. (There is already an entire bedroom which is packed floor to ceiling which his stuff) It was the bicycles and surf boards in the entrance hall. It was Harry's 3 racks of dodgy wet washing (including the "leppies" - leopard print jocks. He's an odd one) in our braai room. It was the lack of space - physical and emotional I guess.
Well I went to my room and cried. BLUDDY HORMONES. While I heard The poor Band rearranging the house in fast forward. Then he came to rub my inconsolable back. I told him that there's not another woman on the planet who could survive this. Pregnant or not. And he said he's so sorry. He also didn't think it would be like this and for so long and he knows it's tough on me.
That is really all I needed.
Men: a tip. All we women want is for our feelings to be validated. We want to know that you understand or are at least trying to. And then we want to be taken on a shopping spree. Which is how The Band and I (who both hate the mall) spent Sunday. Buying me clothes. Then watching a movie. Then going out for dinner. Just the two of us.
Monday, May 18, 2009
The Meltdown
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9 comments:
Bout bluddy time you had a little rant! bless The Band for responding so appropriately. Glad you got some just-the-2-of-us-time' and more importantly that it was while shopping for gifts for you! He did well!
Bout bluddy time you had a little rant! bless The Band for responding so appropriately. Glad you got some just-the-2-of-us-time' and more importantly that it was while shopping for gifts for you! He did well!
Glad you managed to vent - it always helps to get it out in the open and clear the air I find. And a little retail therapy never hurts either ;-)
You go girl!
And good on the Band - he has learnt the appropriate responses well. Can he train TSC?
It'so true, we just want men to realise when they go too far or puch their luck. Of course they never realise, and so we need to make a performance to get them to know.
Ha ha ha...
...and no other comment for fear of being hit with a vacuum cleaner nossel.
Your man should give lessons to other bands.
He's a phenom!
Read your last post on your other blog too - SO exciting to feel the first movements!
Just popping in from alliechilling to answer your question: the church is called Common Ground.
Its in Rondebosch
hell ya!!! crying, dinner, shopping :)
who is this man who is clogging up the home feng shui?
o i just got caught up. hhmm i see two people mucking up the feng shui.
this is no good. make one of the other fully functional adults, there are three of them, make dinner.
um.
and yes, with each pregnancy i thought, how in the hell do women survive this? I mean, seriously,so draining in so many ways.
i would take the cutest baby outfite into bed with you at night. and look at photos of babies a lot. remember what all this is for.
(hugs)
:)
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