A conversation had last Friday:
Me: "I'm thinking about going to a movie tonight - is that ok? (A reasonable request, I hear you say)
DH: "Sure, that's a great idea. (You're thinking, what a great guy)
Me: "Are you sure it's ok? You'll be alright at home with the baby? (Why didn't the conversation end with "sure, that's a great idea"? What's with this woman, is she paranoid or what?)
DH: "Of course it's ok. Why wouldn't it be? (He's so reasonable!)
Me: "Well, I don't like it when you go out. (Now she's starting to sound a little unbalanced)
DH: "Yes well that's because you don't like other people having fun. (He's hit the nail on the head there)
Too true. I hate the thought of the DH going out and having fun. Without me. I say terrible things like "You're leaving me stuck at home with the baby?" Which, technically, is what I've been all day, but somehow it seems different at night, when the DH has a choice of whereabouts. "But what will I dooooo?" I whine. "Get some sleep?" the DH says. Ok, point taken, I'm not much of a conversationalist these days. Full sentences are a bit of a struggle when you've been getting up at 5am for the last 3 weeks.
Anyway. I went out to a great movie, laughed, cried and got home feeling refreshed. And the best part? The baby didn't even wake up!