I Have a Complaint
I ”get” one night a week out. I obtain freedom at around 5:30 and the rest of the night, I am off duty. It’s a wonderful thing. Sometimes I’ll just go to a friend’s house and hang out. Sometimes I’ll go shopping by myself. Other times I’ll go out with girlfriends to a local place and have a couple of drinks with them.
Here’s my gripe. When my husband leaves the house for “his time” , I don’t call. I don’t have my son call. I don’t text…..nothing. Zip. Silence from me. What good is “me time” if it’s interupted with what’s going on at home?
Listen up, okay? The following are the ONLY reasons to be contacted while on “me time”. (I wish my husband would read this) Ready?
1. There is red blood involved that can’t be handled by a standard sized band-aid.
2. Someone is unconcious.
3. We won the megamillion jackpot.
That’s it. Four reasons.
You do not need to call me to ask me where socks are. You have 20 pairs and they are in the same drawer you pulled them out from yesterday. You do not need to tell me you’re going to sleep, going to a diner, back home from the diner or anything up that alley. Is it really imperative that I know we are out of ketchup? Do you need ketchup this moment? Or first thing in the morning? Seriously now.
Tonight while on me “me night” I got a call at aproximately 9pm from my son asking me when I will be home. He called from my husband’s phone. The phone is practically attached to my husband, so clearly he was aware of the phone call being made.
What is the point of “me time” if I have a curfew or feel like I better go home and pick up some ketchup along the way? “Me time” is supposed to be cathartic. Cleansing. A break. Air. Space.
And of course I have to answer every phone call from home, just incase the call is really about reasons 1.2, 3 or 4.
So that’s my gripe and thank you for listening. Hopefully that’s all the venting I need on the topic, because otherwise “someone” (coughhusbandcough) is getting an earful in the morning.