Seasons in the Household
Mrs. BOB and I had quite the verbal tangle this morning. She was already upset with the kids about their hygiene, or lack thereof, and as I was about to cook breakfast for The Allstar and X-Games, she said to me in a not-so-pleasant manner, "Next time you fry anything, can you at least clean up after yourself?"
Really nothing to argue about, correct?
I just about hit the roof. I realized that it wasn't about the comment but about frustration festering within regarding unfinished and undone household chores. Am I not excused for missing a chore now and then and who are you to tell me what I don't do when things I want done are disregarded? I thought we had an understanding that because of our 2 income lives, the kids and the schedules that that entails, we were sort of excused from a rigid schedule of chores. Only the most rudimentary and in some cases, deadline situations needed to addressed right away i.e. cooking, making sure sports uniforms are washed, etc.
Voices were raised and bad things were said to each other that had nothing to do with the initial argument. My biggest regret is that the kids had to hear it when they probably don't have to. A Cold War ensues; there is a battle of wills as each party avoids the other communicating only when the situation dictates it. "Don't forget to pick up the kids"..."Did you pick up your prescription?..."
Really nothing to argue about, correct?
I just about hit the roof. I realized that it wasn't about the comment but about frustration festering within regarding unfinished and undone household chores. Am I not excused for missing a chore now and then and who are you to tell me what I don't do when things I want done are disregarded? I thought we had an understanding that because of our 2 income lives, the kids and the schedules that that entails, we were sort of excused from a rigid schedule of chores. Only the most rudimentary and in some cases, deadline situations needed to addressed right away i.e. cooking, making sure sports uniforms are washed, etc.
Voices were raised and bad things were said to each other that had nothing to do with the initial argument. My biggest regret is that the kids had to hear it when they probably don't have to. A Cold War ensues; there is a battle of wills as each party avoids the other communicating only when the situation dictates it. "Don't forget to pick up the kids"..."Did you pick up your prescription?..."
It gets tiresome and old real quick. In the words of Rodney, "Can't we all just get along?"
I've noticed, however, that Mrs. BOB and I go through these long cycles of relative peace and then we'll have The Big One from time to time. Like the song, Turn Turn Turn, by the Byrds, "A time for peace...A time for war...there is a season turn, turn, turn..."
Relationships, as life in general, is not perfect and human beings are prone to their stupid moments. I think that we are not unlike any married couple out there who have their periodic eruptions to ease the pressure within the core. However, it doesn't mean that we can't work on our disagreements, like taking it somewhere out of earshot of the kids.
Relationships, as life in general, is not perfect and human beings are prone to their stupid moments. I think that we are not unlike any married couple out there who have their periodic eruptions to ease the pressure within the core. However, it doesn't mean that we can't work on our disagreements, like taking it somewhere out of earshot of the kids.
Oh well, we all know what the best thing about arguments is, Hot Makeup Sex! Then peace time again in the BOB household.
posted by Bong On Bong @ Monday, June 05, 2006
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