Use Your Head, I Say

The husband's folks, sister and nephew were in town. They left, with the exception of the mother, this morning. For us or me, family visits breed chaos - and in the case of the husband's family - I become hugely stressed. There is usually some stupid argument where someone says something I find offensive or I find troubling in some way - and instead of letting it go - we get into a (stupidly) heated argument. I was very good this time - and refrained from "engaging." The mother-in-law is now here for two weeks as our nanny granny. God help us. God help us all.



Today the Husband called because I left half of the breast pump at home (again family visits=chaos) and he was running it over. I assumed he was bringing the Baby. When he got here and no baby, I burst into tears. I'm really mad/sad/hurt. The problem with the Husband is that he can become strangely rigid about many, many things. Like, for example, naps. We've learned that if the Baby doesn't get enough naps he can be a nightmare to put to sleep at night and then wakes up with much more frequency than normal. So, the Husband has become somewhat psychotically rigid about naps -sometimes trying to put the baby to bed when he's clearly not sleepy and then there is a battle of wills where the husband rocks the baby maniacally until he WILL FALL ASLEEP. And it's frankly, annoying (we've also joined ww and he's become fairly psychotic about that as well - even trying to persuade his sister to not have a retirement dinner out for their father and letting him cook at home - it should be noted that his weight loss to date is almost twenty pounds and mine is, um, well, four). However, one little sojourn during the day isn't really enough to do too much damage - especially considering the fact that the Husband takes the Baby out to the Park to see a friend of his at least weekly and sees me once per week as well. I'm really unclear as to why he didn't feel the need to bring the baby - I could have breastfed him, spent time with him, etc. It's better for me and better for the Baby to see me, his mother, upon occasion. As it stands now, I see him for about an hour in the morning and an hour at night. I'm really weepy about this. Sometimes, the Husband is . . . e-x-h-a-l-e.



This is where we went last night to celebrate the Father-in-Laws retirement:




Image via flickr: smaginnis11565