gcvmom
Here we go again!
If husband is frustrated and falling apart, I should just smile and nod and let him figure it out. Let him vent, let him carry on. Lord knows I enjoy a good vent as much as the next person. So why shouldn't he?
Here's where I messed up:
He called me on his way to work yesterday in a panic because he thought he'd missed an appointment for an MRI that morning (he gets one yearly to monitor a small growth in his brain). Said he'd called the facility but only got voice mail and wanted to let me know they might be calling home. Later that afternoon called to say he finally connected with the scheduling office and they had no record of him having an appointment that day. So that's good, in a way. But not so good that he put himself through all that stress, which he's under enough of right now.
This afternoon he sends me a text to say he won't be able to work from home tomorrow like he usually tries to do. Turns out he forgot he had a meeting to run this morning and got up late and ended up being 20 minutes late for it, so the other people in the meeting rescheduled it for tomorrow. This isn't the first time he's done this. And it's not the first time he's forgotten a doctor/dentist appointment he's made. Which is kinda funny, because when other people in the family make mistakes, he's the first one to tell them how to fix the problem or do it better next time!
I asked if he'd checked his calendar on his phone about the meeting the night before,
to which he replied no.
Why not?
Because it was Sunday!
(Ummm, no, last night was Monday and what's Sunday got to do with not checking your calendar?)
Then he starts ranting about why that would mean he'd have to bring his phone upstairs every night to check his schedule.
And why is that a problem, and why do you have to bring it upstairs, and why does it matter where you look at it?
And I opened my big fat mouth and started to talk to him like a difficult child, reminding him that he might make life less stressful on himself if he would go back to use the tools he has at hand for making things easier. And that pi$$ed him off and he started grumbling even more about all the stupid little things he has to do to get ready for bed, for work, etc. At that point I decided it was time to go clean the litter box in the garage because difficult child 2 was nearby in the kitchen and started yelling at us to both shut up.
At least tonight he went to bed early (for him) and didn't stay up until midnight or later playing spider solitaire and watching TV. Last night he said he just could shut his brain off.
I feel bad for husband, but his stress is completely self-induced and he's stretched too thin to even see it.
Here's where I messed up:
He called me on his way to work yesterday in a panic because he thought he'd missed an appointment for an MRI that morning (he gets one yearly to monitor a small growth in his brain). Said he'd called the facility but only got voice mail and wanted to let me know they might be calling home. Later that afternoon called to say he finally connected with the scheduling office and they had no record of him having an appointment that day. So that's good, in a way. But not so good that he put himself through all that stress, which he's under enough of right now.
This afternoon he sends me a text to say he won't be able to work from home tomorrow like he usually tries to do. Turns out he forgot he had a meeting to run this morning and got up late and ended up being 20 minutes late for it, so the other people in the meeting rescheduled it for tomorrow. This isn't the first time he's done this. And it's not the first time he's forgotten a doctor/dentist appointment he's made. Which is kinda funny, because when other people in the family make mistakes, he's the first one to tell them how to fix the problem or do it better next time!
I asked if he'd checked his calendar on his phone about the meeting the night before,
to which he replied no.
Why not?
Because it was Sunday!
(Ummm, no, last night was Monday and what's Sunday got to do with not checking your calendar?)
Then he starts ranting about why that would mean he'd have to bring his phone upstairs every night to check his schedule.
And why is that a problem, and why do you have to bring it upstairs, and why does it matter where you look at it?
And I opened my big fat mouth and started to talk to him like a difficult child, reminding him that he might make life less stressful on himself if he would go back to use the tools he has at hand for making things easier. And that pi$$ed him off and he started grumbling even more about all the stupid little things he has to do to get ready for bed, for work, etc. At that point I decided it was time to go clean the litter box in the garage because difficult child 2 was nearby in the kitchen and started yelling at us to both shut up.
At least tonight he went to bed early (for him) and didn't stay up until midnight or later playing spider solitaire and watching TV. Last night he said he just could shut his brain off.
I feel bad for husband, but his stress is completely self-induced and he's stretched too thin to even see it.
