The Golf Rant

It does seem like I am complaining an awful lot lately-but if something is bugging me I am going to write about it and try to sort out my brain. Sorry to my husband in advance.

Here goes…
This Saturday is Eliza’s last swim class. Although I could take her alone, it is much easier with two people. It makes getting in and out of the pool easier, drying off and changing easier etc. In my silly little head I figure my husband would want to be there for Eliza’s last class. I don’t know why I would think this. Maybe because I care about my family and want to do things together. Maybe because I enjoy our time together. Maybe because we barely see him all week and that is our designated family time. Like I said I must be silly to think all of these things because apparently my husband does not share my feelings. I guess when men are made their brains are just formatted differently. I always tell my husband that I am a “we” person. I think it terms of “we”. For example, “What are WE going to do this weekend?” My husband is an “I” person- as in “What am “I” going to do this weekend?”

The original plan was that we would go to swim and then do things around the house. Ok, well that was my original plan. Silly mommy! Daddy’s plan was he would go to swim and then go golf for four hours while mommy watches Eliza and does everything around the house. Notice the WE and I difference in our plans. So yesterday I get an e-mail from my husband that goes something like this.

The e-mail starts out all sweet and nice telling me he is going to have a maid service come and do an estimate at our place. He knows I am stressed about the mess. However, the maid service is not going to straighten up our place (as my husband kindly reminded me this past weekend)- so now I basically have to bust my hump cleaning everything so the maid service doesn’t think we are total pigs. Granted this is my husband’s idea of buttering me up for the second part of his e-mail.

Here is the second part of the e-mail, which may not seem bad to you but it really burned me up. He asks if I can get Dana to come up and go to swim class with me on Saturday. Why? In his own words, “because they gave me a tee time of 8:40 am for the tournament this weekend. I requested a later tee time, but they didn't give it to me.” Oh, the mean man at the golf course gave him and early tee time and now he gets to golf instead of spend time with us. He did say he would see if they could push back his tee time but I know my husband and that was a lot of lip service so I wouldn’t get too mad.

So YES I am upset. My husband works late almost every night and we barely get to see him. On weekends he would have no qualms spending 8-10 hours at the golf course. The only reason he doesn’t is because I loudly voice my feelings against him playing two days a week. I just don’t get this mentality. I would never voluntarily spend that much time away from him and Eliza. He always says I can- but seriously- what the heck would I even do? Anything I want to do, I want to do with my husband. I have decided this makes me a big idiot- because the feeling is not reciprocated.

Ok I am done ranting. Do I feel better? No, not really. Oh well.