...do you shut down at the tiniest sign of stress?
I knew when I married my husband that he has a huge problem with being indesicive and decided I was OK with it, and usually I am. I also expect lots of questions from him about our son (our routine, what is allowed, babbling translations etc), because I am home with him all day and Husband is not.
But sometimes...
Last night Husband was playing with Khan in the living room while I cleaned the kitchen. Suddenly Husband yells for me to come in, he thinks Khan is going to throw up (Khan gives very specific signs preceding him hurling). I run in, Khan throws himself on me, sobbing, and I ask Husband to grab a towel or a container so Khan doesn't puke on the carpet. Husband is all, "A towel? From where? The bathroom or the kitchen? A container? What kind? From the Tupperware cabinet? Which one?"
Meanwhile I am comforting a gagging kid and snap, "They're all washable just GRAB ONE NOW!"
As Husband dithers about, Khan throws up all over the carpet, all over me, and all over himself.
Total elapsed time between my original request and Khan puking: well, I am not sure but it was definitely more than 30 seconds. Grabbing a towel or a tupperware bowl should not take anyone more than 10 seconds, tops.
>sigh< His entire family is like this too; whenever we visit I feel like tyrant because I always choose where we are going to eat, what activity we are going to do, when we are going to church etc. Because if I didn't we would never get out of the endless discussion, dithering and second-guessing and actually leave the house.
I knew when I married my husband that he has a huge problem with being indesicive and decided I was OK with it, and usually I am. I also expect lots of questions from him about our son (our routine, what is allowed, babbling translations etc), because I am home with him all day and Husband is not.
But sometimes...
Last night Husband was playing with Khan in the living room while I cleaned the kitchen. Suddenly Husband yells for me to come in, he thinks Khan is going to throw up (Khan gives very specific signs preceding him hurling). I run in, Khan throws himself on me, sobbing, and I ask Husband to grab a towel or a container so Khan doesn't puke on the carpet. Husband is all, "A towel? From where? The bathroom or the kitchen? A container? What kind? From the Tupperware cabinet? Which one?"
Meanwhile I am comforting a gagging kid and snap, "They're all washable just GRAB ONE NOW!"
As Husband dithers about, Khan throws up all over the carpet, all over me, and all over himself.
Total elapsed time between my original request and Khan puking: well, I am not sure but it was definitely more than 30 seconds. Grabbing a towel or a tupperware bowl should not take anyone more than 10 seconds, tops.
>sigh< His entire family is like this too; whenever we visit I feel like tyrant because I always choose where we are going to eat, what activity we are going to do, when we are going to church etc. Because if I didn't we would never get out of the endless discussion, dithering and second-guessing and actually leave the house.
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