I stopped the conversation when my husband claimed that his dad should have gotten a better 4 wheeler. That 4 wheeler was not bought brand
new, it was just a good opportunity that arose. Had it not come along,
there would not be ANY 4 wheeler. Further, his father bought it, he
didn't, he should be thankful he gets to use it in the first place. I
did not say any of this to my husband because at the point in time he
said that to me I was ticked at him in the first place, and it just
would not have gone well. Instead, I chose to tell him, 'OK, you know,
you're not going to like ANYTHING I have to say to you on that note, so
let's just completely wash away the rest of the day and put it behind
us as if it hasn't happened. We have more cleaning to do.'
I had to let it go, because otherwise I'd have torn into him and made
him feel tiny purely because he frustrates me so much with this stubborn, ignorant attitude he gets. Granted, some of it he did need to hear, he was already
in an irritated mood and so was I, so it wasn't the right time. As we
have left it now, we haven't discussed it since, and OFHG and I decided
that TFYO can't help my husband with anything if TFYO has to work later
in the day. It'll just be better that way because my husband has this
very keen way of, well, making things last a whole lot longer than they
needed to to begin with. He gets it from his dad. I hate to admit it,
but it's true. Also, he doesn't know when to quit. He doesn't take
that 4 out of 5 tasks for the day have gone badly, so maybe he should
just call it a day and try tomorrow, he just keeps going, keeps getting
more frustrated, and keeps spreading more damage.
I wonder how things will be tomorrow when my FIL sees the shredded tire
on the trailer, especially considering we forgot his spaghetti, and
that my husband dawdled so we didn't get to the store because of the
shredded tire episode. I'm hoping that maybe by taking him the
spaghetti tomorrow it'll soften his mood just a tad. I don't know what
it is, but it always seems that when my FIL is in a fairly amiable,
good mood, my husband has to find a way to shit on him. It's as if
it's ingrained into his very being, and it drives me insane because it
creates so many problems that don't need to be. My husband thinks he
knows best. My FIL thinks he knows best. Maybe between the two of
them they converge on some points, but otherwise, they're totally
opposite and it's more of a detriment than an asset.
Ah, but it's not my problem for the moment. I'm just going to put my
head back up in the clouds, get ready for bed, and face whatever is to
come when it gets here. Good night all!



