move centre stage: self righteous indignation

I am one cranky as all hell woman over here.
And it’s that crankiness that comes with that really irritating, holier than thou shit.
Like tonight? Chef has gone to a concert. Of one of our/my favourite bands. When the discussion was going on about buying tickets etc I was all – guys, I’ll be 37 weeks pregnant, as if I will be in a state to go to a concert. Also knowing there would be binge drinking and mull smoking and other things that REALLY IRRITATE ME because hello, aren’t we all grown up now? Does any of us have a chronic injury or condition which is about the only condition that – to me – makes the smoking of weed acceptable on any level once you’re over the age of gee, I don’t know, 21?
I know, hello, I’m Killjoy, and you are?
Anyway, it dawned on me that Chef would be drinking this evening, and knowing the people he has gone with – juvenile boys trapped in men’s bodies – that he would be drinking a LOT, with carefree abandon, drinking, beer, beer and more beer, until they move onto Jack Daniels or Bundies and coke.
It also dawned on me that what if I go into labour tonight? He wouldn’t be able to drive.
And then, I was pissed. As in off.
No, not because this didn’t even occur to me until about 6pm, but because I know it didn’t occur to him at all.
That and the realisation that I am a single parent for six nights this week.
S.I.X. nights.
That is five lots of picking up two children from different schools, caring for a toddler, dropping off and picking up said toddler from city-based daycare on two days, two lots of sports training (although I consciously objected to going to one of them tonight), four nights of GROANWORK, six nights of getting three children dinner, bathed and into bed.
So now I’m feeling all martyr-ish, indignant and cranky.
It’s one of those crankies, you know, the one where you are pissed off not because they are doing something in particular, but because they can.

Which has only been compounded by the fact I can’t download pics from my phone. Something is wrong with the cord so the connection keeps cutting in and out.
This is really really shitting me.

In other news…
Today I had a pedicure and got my eyebrows waxed and had acupuncuture. All lovely and if I do go into labour tonight at least those who have to be at that end of action will have some clean, lovely painted toes as distraction.
And apart from these lovely interludes, I’ve felt ‘off’ all day. It’s a sleep and size issue.

Tomorrow is the shrink and midwife.

With that, I am harrumphing and going to bed.

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  • Jenn

    I think I would have been big time pissed off, too. Men, in my experience, when they have their boy parties, tend to forget they are grownups with grownup responsibilities. I was acutely reminded of that a couple of weeks ago when my Hubby went out gaming with friends…and didn’t get home until well after 6 a.m. Or the time he went out with another group of friends, to the strip clubs (didn’t bother to tell me! I thought they were hanging at a friends house!) and he came home after 4 a.m. smelling like hooker perfume and booze.

    I was a tad hot about it. Okay, a LOT HOT.

  • Shannon

    Oooohhh you could be me. That complaint is my complaint. Friday night work drinks when one says ‘Oh no Ill be home by 7’ an then bangs in door at 1am because have left keys at the office, falls allover the bedroom trying to take shoes off, lays in bed snores all night whilst stinking of beer, then spend the next day whiing about a headache and not playing with small child who is obsessed with him.

    Ahhh that feels better.

  • Badger

    Oh dude. I remember that stage of pregnancy well. It was like the closer I got to having the baby, the more DH tried to piss off and do his own thing. I call it “male nesting”.

    (Although I never did the typical nesting, with the cleaning and whatnot. I just paced back and forth all day until I’d nearly worn holes in the carpet.)

    Thank goodness this is all temporary, eh?

  • h&b

    I wouldn’t be impresed either – I hate that whole man-boy shite.

    And yes, mull is for 21yr olds.
    Not Daddies.

    Who was the band ?

  • Kim

    Now don’t get me wrong, on the scale of it Chef is remarkably thoughtful and grown-up – that was why I was prefacing it all with me being holier-than-thou annoying crankiness – and it was not so much him going out, but that he COULD.

    And he hasn’t smoked dope for as long as I haven’t, that’s the behaviour of others I simply have zero tolerance and maximum irritation for.

    So yes Badge, thankfully it is all temporary.

    H&B – it was Jet. I was deeply envious on one level, I would have LOVED to go.

    And – he was up helping with the boys this morning at the usual time and he mopped the floors yesterday. So really. as you can see, its pregnancy hormones in full flight.