Justin and I were at my women’s group meeting tonight. Don’t ask why he was there, I will just rant about my DH who has different priorities than I do right now. Justin did really well. He was quietly active in for half the meeting and slept through the rest with small fussy times when his diaper needed changing.
The meeting ended and we were all out in the parking lot discussing having a secret meeting before our official one next month. The reason for the secrecy is that we, as a group, are thinking about leaving the official organization for a number of reasons (My favorite tonight is that we learned that a member who never shows up or does anything counts more than an active, involved member over 40). During our brief discussion, I put Justin in the car. He started to fuss and then scream because we were not moving. Unconsciously, as his cry escalated to the scream, I shut the car door. I didn’t realize what I did until I heard the gasp around me. I was shocked at myself too, but I quickly rationalized that we were leaving very soon and the car wasn’t hot or in the sun. He was okay. And my body was relaxing. One of the women gave me a hug and said that she remembered “those days”–yes, the one over 40.
He just settled down an hour after we got home. It wasn’t screaming the entire time, but a general neediness. It can also be draining, but it’s way better than the angry screaming and it got me out of an hour’s worth of work around the house…..
In other news, I had my 6 week checkup today. The midwife immediately noticed the area that is still tender and explained that my body didn’t heal the way it should have. Nothing major, but it may be awhile before I’m not so aware of my nether region. Poor DH.