To have splatted a half eaten ice cream cone on his head?

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Husband arrived home from work. Kids and I had finished our tea and were eating our ice cream. He heated his up in microwave and joined us at the table. Sausage, mash, onion gravy, carrots and sweetcorn.

'oh, I'll just get some brown sauce' - he jumps up and goes and gets it. I say 'EEERR thats gross, try it without first.' He starts to squeeze - 'just try it first (nervous laugh to make him feel like I am not 'telling him' although this is obviously lost in translation)as the bottle of brown sauce is then lobbed across table and onto floor, DS4, DD1 and mother all look on mouths gaping, although mother then remembers that such childish ways of communication are quite commonplace from him.

Mother thinks (in a very quick flash) - all these things all at once - I am angry because he has had yet another 'tantrum', I am angry at myself for even saying anything anyway, he wasn't trying to say my food was tasteless, he just wanted extra flavour. And I decide to let it go and just carry on eating my ice cream... then I look up at him and he is glaring at me as if I am the wife from hell. Something inside me just releases and I just cannot resist, 'splat'! I didn't really think about it, and I am still not entirely sure of my motives but I think it was 'well, if he is going to have a tantrum, so will I'! And I certainly did not consider the consequences!

I could tell he was extremely angry by the rage in his eyes - which to me seemed absurd, to be so angry at such as silly thing, so I laughed, so much and so hysterically that I looked quite deluded, so I left the room to put the kids bath on.

About 10 seconds later, hubby was upstairs getting ironing board out 'What are you doing, you should eat your tea it will get cold' - yes you guessed it - its in the bin!

Of course, my trip wire is finally pushed right over the edge and rage erupts as I think of how ungrateful he is and feel really annoyed at him trying to punish me by making me feel guilty that he now has had no tea.

I know I was unreasonable. I know he was unreasonable. I also think it is so funny and thought you all must deserve a laugh!

We are still out of sorts with each other because I am always the first to apologise, have been for 9 years, but tonight, I am just waiting for him to decide enough is enough and that he wants to make amends. I will let you know if he ever does - very doubtful!

I will end up saying sorry, then he will say sorry. I don't think I will be able to let it go on much longer.

AAAHH, the joys of having a marriage to uphold!

oh will you make love later? will you let him smother you in HP and lick it off?

Oh do that, that would be awesome

Except that HP sauce has a picture of the Houses of Parliament and actually, I think HP stands for Houses of Parliament, so you probably shouldn't use it as lube, because that would make the queen VERY ANGRY.

Bloody hell your poor kids having a pair of childish idiots for parents

think HP stands for horse piss

There used to be an alternative to HP called Daddies' Sauce. I am sure those of you in certain areas will tell me that it's still available.

So who cleared up the ice cream?

And what flavour was it?

My hubby does not really like mash, but the kids and I do, so he was having a hissy fit about the fact I had made mash and he was pointing his out by using brown sauce because he knows I get a little prissy about sauce adding (blame my mother)(sauce adding does not usually cause problems, I have long learned to 'let it go' and he adds sauce to what ever he wants and I don't care. I cared tonight because he was making a silent point, which we have agreed is not a good thing to do because it is confusing. He has admitted this during the apology session.

Shirley = That may sting just a little though, no?

why is no one talking to me? doesn't anyone else like brown sauce like me?

put jeremy kyle on speed dial,you need it

It was only a little bit of vanilla in the bottom of the cone.

apology session!

heeee!

Re: Daddies sauce. All of my welsh family eat this fucking shameful approximation of HP. Fruity sauce? Get to fuck.

Also, I want daddies sauce on my chips just sounds so wrong.

erm.... if its no biggy then why the first post?

Your husbands reaction to controlling how he eats the food you cook is SO BLOODY TELLING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FFS take a look at the situation.

You hate the fact you have cooked every bastarding meal for nine years, you hate the fact he doesnt trust you like your Gordon frickin ramsay on your seasoning, he hates the fact that you TELL him what condements he can use, he shows you by throwing it across the room.... your message is full of 'this is what happened WHEN I LET GO' - your DH let go and thats ok is it? You let go and then we get all this? You aare kidding yourself its a happy relationship when things like this happen....

That's why I counselled against it OP. do keep up!

HonestRich- brown sauce on chicken stew wins every time.

hissy fit of you making mash? silent protest.... shit! this is Stepford wives arena

Boobalina - we both have quite short tempers. We don't usually get that angry and have learned how to quickly get through little points where we could explode. We always say sorry, always forgive, talk things through.

We are sometimes childish, sometimes adopt behaviours that are not helpful - but we get through it and our marriage improves as we learn about on another and how to live happily together.

It is an unusual event, hence the post. I wondered if anyone would see the funny side (clearly not) but I neglected to realise that you only have what I wrote to go off, none of the background. I have forgotten that it is easy to make decisions about someone's life based on a little out of character snippet.

I am getting a bit excited about finishing off making up, with all the talk of brown sauce licking - I may suggest it - I wish I had chocolate sauce for the ice cream that would be much more fun!

Out of interest Always - WTH did your kids think/say?

Well, DD did not seem to notice and DS said 'mum, why did you put ice cream on daddy's head?'. Neither heard the convo about the tea in the bin as they were downstairs.

DS just looked surprised. Certainly not scared.
Not that I make a habit of it, but on another night, my hubby would have just burst out laughing and that would have dispersed the atmosphere before anything else happened.

AWMOW - well I am glad you are happy in your strong marriage - but you are neglecting to say what your kids actually thought?

Were they clutching their sides chortling at funny grumpy mummmy and daddy?

My ex used to have tomato ketchup on everything, even bolognaise. Sometimes it made me feel murderous and we had a few big rows about it.

But that was back in the day when I was young and suffering with fleas from an abusive, severely authoritarian and totally controlled childhood.

However on the flip side of the coin my most recent ex h always had a teeny little whinge about whatever I cooked "I am only telling you because I know you like to get it right", no matter how hard I tried to make it perfect for him and that became so totally disheartening that I stopped cooking for him in the end.

Dunno, I can see both sides of this tbh. But rubbish that you are doing this in front of your dc.

We quite often have joking fun with food at the table, meals are relaxed and easy going - a bit of food throwing, in fun context, is not a forbidden thing.

Just one unicornetto. It is an intriguing image.