Some times, just some times, timing sucks. Timing causes me to blog about stuff I might not if I had to time to sit down and think about it. I’m an impulse blogger *Is there such a thing?* I hardly ever think what I’m going to write ahead of the time. I blog about whatever is on my mind.
Tonight I am just pissed off. I feel like I live a family life and my husband lives his own. I get to be the heart of the family and he gets to join the family when he wants to.
From the moment I wake up, till the moment I go to sleep
if I get to sleep I I get to be in the family. I don’t have a life outside of it (unless you want to count my time at the gym).
He doesn’t. He wakes up and has 10 minutes of family time before he leaves to work at 6:30. There he is a single person right up till he comes home at night at 6 pm. He doesn’t have to worry about the kids and all their activities, pain, hugs, kisses, appointments, play dates or anything…till he gets home again.
Oh wait…that’s not what I was going to bitch about. (See wrong timing)
He just bought a new bakkie today. Just like that. No discussion. Just a casual mention during a advert break. Kinda like telling me he bought candy today. Just a casual mention.
Am I upset that he bought the bakkie? No not really. Am I upset that he seems to have a life completely separate from mine? YES. Hell yes. How do you buy a new car and NOT let your wife know!? How do you live such separate lives that you don’t share that?
Like I said. He just joins our lives when he chooses too.