or at least my man is. My man doesn't get me. And I don't know if he doesn't get me because he just doesn't get me or if it's just because men are obviously different creatures than women. He always wants to solve my problems. Well, sure, I do seem to have lots of "problems" that seem to need solving. And perhaps I complain too much so he feels the need to solve the issues to avoid listening to me expound on them.
What he doesn't seem to realize is that as a woman, I like to talk about things, hash them out, thoss them out and see what comes back. As a woman, I like to vent, whine, complain, share my innermost thoughts with someone who loves me unconditionally.
As a stay-at-home mom, with a couple side jobs, I don't always get a lot of time to chit chat during the day. My time is filled with changing diapers x2, nursing, making meals, nursing, cleaning up meals, picking up toys, nursing, playing referee and did I mention nursing? We seem to do a lot of that but truthfully, those are some of the sweetest moments of my day. I can't say the calmest because being in charge of four children is not in any way, shape or form, calming!
We have playdates from time to time which I really enjoy. The kids have fun and I get a mommy connection. I rarely get to enjoy a telephone call. Most people I know are working during the day and busy in the evenings, as are we. Dinner, bath, bedtime, etc. And when I do get on the phone, the kids start badgering for something, they have something they just have to share at that moment! or they start bickering. In any event, there goes the phone call.
So that leaves my poor dh to listen to my woes, my joys, the highlights (or lowlights) of my day. Although, I must admit, giving a rundown of our day seems pretty lame. I feel insecure thinking I have nothing better to share than the fact that my two-year-old peed or pooped in the potty, what we ate for dinner or a rundown of what chores I accomplished during the day. Truth be told, I'm a list person so when I accomplish a lot on my list in the day, I love to crow about it to someone.
Case in point, my son (who's 8) offered to present the mission story to his Sabbath School class this upcoming Sabbath. I told my dh that I was glad he volunteered for this and his response was "why." Okay, so I tried to give a few reasons nothing that I feel it's important for the children to feel comfortable talking in front of people, getting up in front of class to talk and the like. I am *painfully* shy and have been for as long as I can remember. I don't want my children to be crippled in this way.
So, instead of having a discussion about how proud we are of ds and his accomplishments, it became an introspective of why I'm the way I am and how I could improve myself. Man, talk about downtrodden. Nothing like a wakeup call of this nature to shoot an arrow right through your self-esteem. I just try to remind myself that he thinks he's helping me. I didn't want to make the conversation any more heavy than it already was so I dropped it.
But it just served to remind me that whoever coined the phrase "men are from mars and women are from venus" really hit the mark.
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