I’m going to open this entry with something I read tonight by Steve Harvey, who says
“Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love – ……”
In the last few years of my attempt to understand why men just don’t get it most of the time – I’ve come to realise many things about them but most importantly about myself.
This early evening, I was a bit frustrated thinking about all the things ‘I’ (as a wife and mother) had to do on my ‘PERMANENT ROUTINE LIST’ (Caps lock was deliberate). Whats for dinner? What should I feed Aaliyah for dinner? Should we have something healthy with salad for dinner or something quick and oily? Why is choosing a meal soo hard no matter what time of the day? Will Aaliyah sleep well tonight? Who will put her down tonight, me or Nav? Did we leave the house messy this morning? …. so you get the point. A gazilion things going through this tiny brain of mine all at once, its frustrating!
Before I get to the point of all this, let me recap on tonight and what has lead me to write this entry:
So, I was exhausted today from just being out with Aaliyah at the salon. The reason why I went was to post some CDs and parcels to clients and a friend, but what happened this morning was, we got up late (as usual) and rushed to get out of the house as Nav had a 9:30am appointment, so I barely finished fixing up my face, and worst of all I didn’t have time to pack the CDs I had to send today. I only had 1 parcel ready to send (I should’ve packed them lastnight – oblivious to the obvious?). Oh before I forget, Aaliyah was looking soo cute today in her pink stripped dress, white stockings and Osh-kosh shoes. Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes a bit puffy from crying this morning and waking up later than the usual. Best of all, she was all happy and smiley. Anyway, the rest of the day had its ups and downs – I wasted most of the day sitting around and talking to my mother in law and workers while looking after Aaliyah. I tried to be productive at one stage by doing some research for Navs business plan, but I couldn’t do much on my phone and the ipad wasn’t working well. We came home around 7:20pm to a messy house; toys and clothes everywhere, dirty dishes lying around, the music/sewing area is a total mess! And then its time to cook dinner and then serve, meanwhile, Aaliyah is crawling all over my leg and in and out of the kitchen, before we eat however, how can I let our baby crawl around? So I sit her in the highchair next to me, make her an avocado sandwich that she throws on the floor and squishes in her hands while I try to enjoy my dinner. By the way, I decided to make burritos tonight, its not my ‘cuppa tea’, but thats what I thought of for dinner and stuck with it. Going in to my second burrito, Aaliyah throws up all over herself, so I quickly grab her and take her into the bathroom. She seemed fine and wanted to play - hmmmm. I’m thinking that she probably just over ate? While I quickly bathed her, Nav cleaned up her high chair. I got her dressed and ready for bed! By now I was just ready for bed myself, I sat there thinking that maybe after her feed I should not clean up and go straight to bed. But putting her to bed takes longer tonight, which makes me a bit annoyed. She finally falls asleep and I come outside to finish my burrito, as I eat, Nav is watching tv. Now, I know its been a long day for the both of us, and probably more for him as he had to work and cut clients hair etc but I feel like we need to be on the same page when it comes to chores and helping each other out at home? For some reason, men like to be boys and throw themselves in front of the tv at the first chance they get. Not having the slightest care of anyone else around them – especially not their woman! This reminds me of being back at home when we were little, where the boys would come home from school and instantly go to the tv and put on their nintendo. What would the girls do? Clean up and plan/cook dinner.
Nav did ask if I needed help at some point - too late - and besides, obviously I needed help, I don’t think you have to ask, but it seems like they were all built the same way - one of their screws wasn’t screwed in properly, so we have to be the ones to guide them - lucky for them they come with a manual that reads – “ask the woman every possible question, even if its stupid!”
While eating my last burrito, I can’t help but naturally think about what I could do at this moment to be productive? The day hasn’t ended yet so why not do something good for the rest of the day/night? It frustrates me that unfortunately Nav and I don’t think the same way in this case.
So whats the point of it all – are we all living with only our animal instincts switched on? No wonder couples break-up, theres no passion or love left, no team work. I don’t think I signed up for this crap!! Why don’t guys think like us woman? Isn’t everything common sense? I would think so, otherwise whats the point of the word ever existing? We say one thing, they do another. We go one way, they stay put. We want something, they want another. We should just all become gay I reckon, they seem like happy honest people.
Sigh – off to bed with a headache now… more venting tomorrow I suppose!