Hey peeps! I am awake. That, by the way, is a technicality. I am actually pretty comatose, but I am no longer allowed to sleep.
I skipped about a day of posts, but this, from sarameg, made me laugh:
Apparently, I got into "message" mode. So I had a message of "oh fuck me" greeting me this morning when I got in.
Best voice mail message EVAH.
WRT Jessica's article: How come I can't be arsed to care about the private angst of men who want to go to strip clubs and drink beek at lunch and then go home to their wives and babies? I want to say, get over yourselves.
Oh dang, I've got to do more Christmas shopping. The only folks who have been shopped for so far are the kids. I've decided I'm getting my MiL a gift certificate for a spa. She deserves it.
Oh geez, Isaac has this huge booger on his face and he's smiling at me. I had to go wipe it before I could finish the post.
How come I can't be arsed to care about the private angst of men who want to go to strip clubs and drink beek at lunch and then go home to their wives and babies?
Yeah. I can totally feel sympathy for guys who feel they're under too much pressure to be the breadwinning shark at work for 60 hours a week and then come home and switch to sensitive emotional needs-provider, but the strip club/beer lunch thing dispels a lot of that sympathy.
Yeah. I can totally feel sympathy for guys who feel they're under too much pressure to be the breadwinning shark at work for 60 hours a week and then come home and switch to sensitive emotional needs-provider, but the strip club/beer lunch thing dispels a lot of that sympathy.
My only issue with the strip club/beer thing is making it a thing. As in just ask the wife if it bugs her and, if you actually respect her, stop doing it if she says it bugs. I'm guessing many women--I won't say most but certainly many--wouldn't have a problem with it. In which case, turning it into an issue is all about HIS issues, not hers. I'm a firm believer in the idea that every marriage should have TWO adults in it.
I don't want my husband to be my emotional needs provider. I just want him to pick his pants up off the floor, and put them in the hamper. I am a woman of simple desires.
Thanks for the answers, tommy and Perkins.
Burrell! Cindy!
I have nothing of content to post. I may have to log of from my computer at any moment, so it feels like a shame to make my sieve actually try to think about intelligent (or at least pretending to) responses to people and then not get to posting them.
I want my husband to do both. I am a demanding woman.
I want my husband to do both. I am a demanding woman.
<Strongly avoiding posting "I just want a husband. What kind of woman does that make me?">
[Edit: Burrell! You deserve another exclamation point! How are you and yours?]
We are pretty good, Nilly. I am wildly underslept. But at least the semester is almost over. Oh, and we have a new car!
