Being with a baby at home 24/7 has made me turn into this...person who wants her me-time badly whenever her husband comes home from work.
But everytime he comes home, he gets to lock himself up in the bathroom, sit on the toilet bowl, use his handphone and have his own me-time. It can be as long as an hour. Sometimes, I don't even know that he's home until I sent him a "Where are you?" text and he replies saying that he's already in the bathroom -.-
Heyyy... Even I don't get that luxury!
Whenever I use the toilet, I have to leave it open because a boy full of tears will come crawling and watch me do whatever I am doing on the toilet bowl. There is never a peaceful me-time. There's alwayssss an audience. I also now understand what it means to hide myself and enjoy my snack because I can never eat in front of him - Adriaan will crawl as fast as a lightning, rest both his hands on my thigh and stare at the food, waiting for me to offer him. Of course I can't, because its adult snacks (think: Twisties, cheese rings - you know all the salty stuff heh).
So there was this one fine day when my husband came home from work and did the norm. Took his towel, closed the door, used his handphone and enjoyed his me-time. During the first 5 minutes of his time in there (I swear even I don't get my own 5 minutes of peace like he does #unfair), I opened the bathroom door and told him, "Please be fast and don't take your own sweet time", and closed the door back while he is still seated in the bathroom, using his handphone. You know, gotta be understanding because he brings "food on the table".
As I made my way to the kitchen, I thought... "Ok, no. This is unfair". Yeah, its one of those days I refuse to give in. So I went back to the bathroom door, pushed it open, confiscated his phone and told him, "Sorry, this is a luxury that I don't even get to enjoy". Of course he struggled to give me his phone but I succeeded and then I heard him utter some grumbling. But right after that, I could hear the sound of the shower. *Mission to get him to not waste any time in the bathroom - accomplished*
Call it a resentment or anything you want. But sometimes, you just wish men can be a bit more...(sorry my brain refuse to work at this hour #timecheck; 3:40am).
I know it is tiring for him at work and he wants that me-time to decompress. But hey, at least he has that hour journey home in the bus to do so whereas for me, its Adriaan twenty-four-seven round the clock.
So, Mr Husband. I am sorry when you see me at home catching up on Lion Mums or playing Bubble Mania on my phone. Like you, I just need my me-time and the best time to do it is...only when you're around. :) Otherwise, its just me, the never ending housechores, a hyperactive Adriaan who messes up the room, and an active baby in my tummy.
But everytime he comes home, he gets to lock himself up in the bathroom, sit on the toilet bowl, use his handphone and have his own me-time. It can be as long as an hour. Sometimes, I don't even know that he's home until I sent him a "Where are you?" text and he replies saying that he's already in the bathroom -.-
Heyyy... Even I don't get that luxury!
Whenever I use the toilet, I have to leave it open because a boy full of tears will come crawling and watch me do whatever I am doing on the toilet bowl. There is never a peaceful me-time. There's alwayssss an audience. I also now understand what it means to hide myself and enjoy my snack because I can never eat in front of him - Adriaan will crawl as fast as a lightning, rest both his hands on my thigh and stare at the food, waiting for me to offer him. Of course I can't, because its adult snacks (think: Twisties, cheese rings - you know all the salty stuff heh).
So there was this one fine day when my husband came home from work and did the norm. Took his towel, closed the door, used his handphone and enjoyed his me-time. During the first 5 minutes of his time in there (I swear even I don't get my own 5 minutes of peace like he does #unfair), I opened the bathroom door and told him, "Please be fast and don't take your own sweet time", and closed the door back while he is still seated in the bathroom, using his handphone. You know, gotta be understanding because he brings "food on the table".
As I made my way to the kitchen, I thought... "Ok, no. This is unfair". Yeah, its one of those days I refuse to give in. So I went back to the bathroom door, pushed it open, confiscated his phone and told him, "Sorry, this is a luxury that I don't even get to enjoy". Of course he struggled to give me his phone but I succeeded and then I heard him utter some grumbling. But right after that, I could hear the sound of the shower. *Mission to get him to not waste any time in the bathroom - accomplished*
Call it a resentment or anything you want. But sometimes, you just wish men can be a bit more...(sorry my brain refuse to work at this hour #timecheck; 3:40am).
I know it is tiring for him at work and he wants that me-time to decompress. But hey, at least he has that hour journey home in the bus to do so whereas for me, its Adriaan twenty-four-seven round the clock.
So, Mr Husband. I am sorry when you see me at home catching up on Lion Mums or playing Bubble Mania on my phone. Like you, I just need my me-time and the best time to do it is...only when you're around. :) Otherwise, its just me, the never ending housechores, a hyperactive Adriaan who messes up the room, and an active baby in my tummy.
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