Last night I was considering the dining options for the family and decided on soup as we have root veg to use up and my insanely fussy children usually (but certainly not always) slurp it up with minimal fuss (which helps my blood pressure and general stress levels no end).
I tell dh - soup for dinner - and he makes a meh face and says I don't fancy soup. I stamp off muttering about what I will make instead for him - then I come back (he is in his study) and say 'you do realise you sound like [no.1 son]?' he takes offence at that and says well don't make any dinner for me I'll sort myself out. I strop off to the kitchen get all teary at the notion of spending every bloody evening making dinner for a bunch of ingrates and decide I cannot make dinner for anyone and say that to dh as I stomp upstairs for a pity party in the loo.
So far so what... but dh then gets up after me he tells me I am punishinhg the children and I say they can have sarnies (you can make em) - I just could not stomach sitting at the table making the kids eat nutricious veg soup while dh was off making beans on toast cos he didn't 'fancy it'! Ridiculous, probably, petty? yes, but it was how I felt.
All I wanted was dh to say - I think you are a fab cook, big mouth, I understand how draining it is cooking for fussy ungrateful children everyday. I will take the strain tonight... etc.' But no he has to have a bigger strop than me, and storm off out to find a take away, then come back 10 mins later with nothing - saying I am not bloody making dinner for the children either!
Sigh - so the upshot is I end up making the sandwiches - forcing the children to eat a respectable amount and everything that I absolutely did not want to do. He has the beans on toast in his room - and I feel like a mad beyatch for ever losing my rag.
I can never win as dh is the master at losing his temper and getting his own way and I am a born peacemaker - we rub along quite well most of the time as a fire/ ice kind of relationship. But sometimes I would like to be able to throw my toys out of the pram and not have to meekly put them back again after ten minutes!
Do you oh wise mn'ers think I can say this to dh and have any hope of him understanding? I sounds bloody silly....