Can you hear me now? How bout now? Now? Hello? Does anyone hear me?????
Ranty McRanterson is back for a few minutes…
I had a little breakdown the other day and spent part of the morning sitting on the back porch, folding laundry with tears running down my face. Despite the fact that I’m not allowed in the bathroom by myself, I’m wondering if anyone knows I’m here.This is because no one seems to hear any of the words coming out of my mouth.
For example, I am trying really really really hard to keep my house semi clean. This as in acceptably clean in case someone comes over, not as clean as an eighteen wheeler. I realize that part of my duties as a housewife is to clean the house on a regular basis, not just sit around and drink diet pop and play on the internet as many people think I do. I have two children, a husband, a dog, and a cat. This can prove difficult. I don’t have unrealistic expectations, as proven by my children’s rooms that you must have all shots up to date before you enter. All that I ask is that IF YOU GET SOMETHING OUT PUT IT AWAY.
The Princess enters the room with a container of legos.
I tell her “Be sure that you put those back when you’re done.”
Three minutes later she has an art project spread all over the place.
“I thought I told you to pick up those legos!”
The Princess: “I’m not done playing with them yet.”
“You’re not playing with them if you’re doing art.”
“But I’m making a picture for yooooooou!”
“You need to pick them up when you’re done playing with them.”
By the evening, we’re knee deep in everything she owns.
Me to The Professor: “What do you want for breakfast?”
Professor: *Stares at the tv*
I repeat this question multiple times before I finally give up.
The Professor: “Aren’t you going to get me breakfast?”
I simply get him something for breakfast.
The Professor: “I didn’t want that.”
Keep in mind that they may or may not actually be something on the screen…
Both kids are extremely distracted when it comes to things like opening a door. Our dog has escaped more times than I can count this month. Most of the time this is due to a child opening a door, and then just standing there. I’m sure he or she is pondering the meaning of life. “I open the door, therefore I am?” Repeated reminders to close the door go unheard. The Professor will even walk in the house after school and be asked sixteen times to please close the door behind him. This often necessitates me physically going over to him, spinning him around, and asking him what he has forgotten to do. Even then, it takes a few minutes and me telling him for the seventeenth time to CLOSE THE DOOR.
Even my husband seems to have fallen victim to this. I know that he has been around me for going on fifteen years and has perfected the art of ignoring me. But often he just plain isn’t listening or even hearing me.
Part of it is The Sims. Have you ever played The Sims? It’s a video game where you create people and tell them what to do. He doesn’t get why I don’t play. Um, because I’ve already created people and am trying to tell them what to do? Why make myself doubly frustrated by having two sets of people that don’t listen to me? He likes it, and playing helps him relax and try to get his mind off of working (because he’s always thinking, ALWAYS!). But I don’t really get it…
When he’s got the headphones in, and his Sims aren’t listening (because often they don’t and do things like running through a sprinkler in the dead of winter), he sure as heck isn’t listening to what I’m saying either. Or answering questions that I’m asking. He misses important things like “Are you out of shampoo?” “Supper is ready.” “I’m running off with Elliot Sadler.”
*Disclaimer: I’ve never actually threatened to run off with Elliot Sadler. He’s married and so am I. But today is his birthday and he’s the first good looking famous guy that came to mind…
Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t do it on purpose. And he still interacts with me, there are some times where I just don’t think he’s listening.
Me: “I’d love to go insert random activity here!”
Evil Genius: “Why don’t you put Avengers in the blu-ray player. I don’t think I have the movie completely memorized.”
Disclaimer: I’ve never actually heard him say he’s trying to memorize the Avengers. He has watched it about 400 times, and I’ve watched it right along with him.
People, moms and wives are people too. We like to be heard, listened to, and occasionally acknowledged. Do you fall victim to not hearing/not listening/not caring from the little or big people in your house? Do you run from the house screaming, sit and cry, or go do some retail therapy? I’m ready for a night out and/or some retail therapy. Anyone want to treat me?
Disclaimer: I love my family to pieces. I wouldn’t trade them for all the chocolate in the world. I do get frustrated though and therefore vent by joking about it… so nobody take offense, okay? Yeah, I worry too much…
Before you dash out, run over to Jen Kehl’s blog and check out Twisted Mixtape Tuesday where she finds some great music to stalk people by. That’s right…