I just read a friend's blog about her 5th wedding anniversary. I can't remember how many years I've been married. Probably 4 or 5 too. I am terrible with numbers and this wedding thing seems too far behind me. But I think my gripe is about how there has been no ME time and US time with Megan around.
It seems to have gotten worse after I decided to play SAHM to Megan. The last time other-half and I tried to catch a movie (to my insistence ie), he was checking his mobile for time and asking me when is the movie ending so that he could "see my daughter". Really, the movie was good-and he agreed, he laughed in the movies, but he still couldn't help it but check the time.
Then there's the "where are you now" text messages whenever I am out and not with Megan in the evenings (and most of the time, I am teaching a class, not shopping or partying). It is usually followed by "Hurry up". He is good at making his points clear and succint.
And seriously, its sad to say I can't recall when was the last time I got a good hug. I told him that last evening on our way to fetch Megan (she had a fever- and I m praying hope it will subside by today as I am blogging). I said I cannot remember when was the last time I received a hug, for good reasons, or without. I told him I was more a "hired, live-in, full-time nanny for Megan" than a mother and wife. Ok, perhaps I never play the role of wifey well enough. But whatever it is, its bloody sad.
The romance died - and I am too knackered to bring it back all on my own.
*I MUST MAKE SURE HE READS THIS ENTRY!
It seems to have gotten worse after I decided to play SAHM to Megan. The last time other-half and I tried to catch a movie (to my insistence ie), he was checking his mobile for time and asking me when is the movie ending so that he could "see my daughter". Really, the movie was good-and he agreed, he laughed in the movies, but he still couldn't help it but check the time.
Then there's the "where are you now" text messages whenever I am out and not with Megan in the evenings (and most of the time, I am teaching a class, not shopping or partying). It is usually followed by "Hurry up". He is good at making his points clear and succint.
And seriously, its sad to say I can't recall when was the last time I got a good hug. I told him that last evening on our way to fetch Megan (she had a fever- and I m praying hope it will subside by today as I am blogging). I said I cannot remember when was the last time I received a hug, for good reasons, or without. I told him I was more a "hired, live-in, full-time nanny for Megan" than a mother and wife. Ok, perhaps I never play the role of wifey well enough. But whatever it is, its bloody sad.
The romance died - and I am too knackered to bring it back all on my own.
*I MUST MAKE SURE HE READS THIS ENTRY!
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