The Ugly Side of Marriage

 
Let me start off by saying that I love my husband. He is absolutely wonderful. He's so sweet and funny and I couldn't ask for a better mate.


OK, now that my conscience is clear...

He's driving me crazy.

 I don't mean just a little nuts. I mean full on out of my mind crazy.

Jeremy knows how to pick at me. He knows what sets me off. He knows how to slowly get underneath my nails and just push. This past week he has pushed and pushed and pushed and I am about to snap.

Oh, how quickly he forgets that I was the one who took him to the hospital, monitored his pills and ice, walked the dog, cooked, and was simply there for him for the last two weeks as he's recovered from surgery... and he's not even fully recovered! He seems to not realize that I can take him out with little effort. I mean, seriously?? You want to mess with me??

It all started on Monday when he told me my blog was lame and I needed to just live my life.

.... Yeah.. no words.. none....

Then,  he decided that since he's "hurt" he should control our one TV.  If I am not forced to watch the History Channel or the Discovery Channel, I am forced to watch The Ultimate Fighter or just the UFC fights. Have you ever watched a UFC fight? The whole premise of this "sport" is to stick two grown men in a cage and tell them to beat each other up until one passes out, dies, or gives up. You can only imagine how much blood loss happens during the fights. It is ridiculous and gross and for some reason my sweet, lovable husband is obsessed. I beg him to let us watch a show we both like, but somehow he always turns it to Spike to see a fight.

The worst part is we live in a two bedroom apartment. It's not like I can really escape. I mean, I either have to be bored in our bedroom or in our kitchen/living room/dining room area which contains the one TV. It's a lose/lose situation.

Oh,  I am not over. Jeremy has also been off on his sleep pattern. We normally go to bed around 10. Jeremy has to be at work at 6 a.m. so going to bed early is a necessity. Yet, this week he can't fall asleep. When Jeremy can't fall asleep, he thinks that naturally I'll want to stay up with him. So he talks, moves around a lot in the bed, begs me to turn on a light so he can read, and basically drives me crazy. I already normally don't sleep well at night, but having a two-year-old for a husband makes it nearly impossible.

Two nights ago, I finally told him that if he couldn't fall asleep,  he needed to go into the living room, turn on a light, and either read or watch TV, but he was not allowed to stay in our bedroom for a minute longer. I slept better that night than I have in weeks!

I know that he is still recovering from surgery and all. I know I should probably give him a break. But if he keeps at it, then he's going to have to recover from more than just surgery... I have been paying a little attention to the UFC fighting moves.... so beware Mr. Jeremy.. beware.