Understanding Men ...

Three words here, actually two. Don't try. Last night was a classic. Actually first of all, I should mention that I love DH to bits, and still do, even though he frustrates me no end sometimes.

Ok, that lovey dovey bit aside - I really don't understand him sometime. Got home last night, DH came in from the farm about 3/4 of an hour after I got home. By then I'd tidied up, and was starting to get dinner ready. He plonked down on the couch, turned the tele on. Now, don't know about you, but after a day with kids, it would be nice to have some intelligent conversation when i get home. Nope, just don't annoy the man in front of the tele. Plunk dinner down in front of him, don't talk while eating as tele is on, then clean up once plate is plonked on coffee table.

Then I thought, oh, maybe he's grouchy at something i've done. Nope, just tired. So, that was fine, I sat there, played with the kittens, tried not to talk (a very hard thing for me). Anyway, after a while he was on the phone, so I went and did some scrapbooking and came back and he was on the phone to his Mum, so I went back and did some more scrapbooking. Finally, because I didn't want to go to bed bymyself, and wasn't that tired, he got off the phone. So into bed, and I wasn't tired, so I'm still trying not to talk, and tossing and turning because it was far to hot - he was like - what's wrong? Never mind - I said, telling him his mood wouldn't help the situation. 'You didn't answer the question.' Ok, so I let is spill - rant, rant, rant. And then - it was all my fault becuase I'm an adult now, and shouldn't need affirmation for things I do. Ok - I officially give up - not even going to try.

He's just lucky my temperature was down again this morning, because no babydancing happened last night and I don't want to miss that window!!! Ok, so I'm crazy!!!