Okay, it is that time again (no, not that time of the month), although we could name this “Pre-Menstrual Nightfloat Syndrome.” Everytime my Doc starts a week of nightfloat at the hospital, I get grouchy. Everything bothers me. Things that Doc said tonight, and the responses that went through my head:
“I’ll get the boys a bath if you will turn the Car seat around in the car.”– Okay that sounds great–I’m getting out of baths tonight–cool…[1.5 hours later] Okay, you are done with the baths, and sitting on the couch–I am looking at this damn carseat trying to figure out how to make the straps a little longer–I hate this carseat–We should have gotten another Evenflo–it’s much easier to use.
“Are you having trouble?”–Can’t you see that I am still sitting here with this damn carseat? I am reading a manual off the computer screen for heaven’s sake–I couldn’t find the tangible, paper manual. It took me 20 minutes just to find the manual online.
“Is that the correct manual?”–Yes, it is the correct manual–didn’t I just tell you that? I looked it up by the model number on the car seat.
…Later on–as I am about to get a shower and head to bed…
“Are you okay?”–No, I am not okay. I am frustrated and mad at you and the world! [Me]: “I’m just mad for no reason–It’s okay. I’m just grouchy because of everything. The carseat, nightfloat, etc…”
“Do you want to talk about it?”–No, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to pout and slam things. I want you to wonder what you have done wrong. [Me]: “It’s nothing really. I am just being selfish and I realize it. It just drives me crazy when you go on nightfloat because I start to get resentful. It is hard taking care of the kids and working fulltime without help. I feel like a single mom. It is okay–I will get over it. This feeling always hits right before you start your shifts. In a couple days, after you have been working nights for a little while, the feeling will subside and I will be fine. Oh, and BTW, don’t ask me for sex tonight, because it might just be the last straw.”
Needless to say, I love my husband. He is caring and responsible. He worries about us and is communicative. He knows and accepts that I get wretched sometimes. I try not to be selfish, but sometimes it is hard. I have now coined a new abbreviation that I will let him know tonight–when he is about to go on night float, I get PNS (Pre-Nightfloat Syndrome). It lasts a couple of days, comes about every 1-1.5 months and is followed by a week of happiness (as Doc is off work then). Those of you with husbands that are often not home, I am sure you can relate.
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