Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Tit for Tat

This morning my husband woke up in a tourist resort in Dallas, Texas. He spent the previous evening at a Twins Vs. Rangers game. He arrived home around noon today. He told me he was "tired." Oh poor him.

I wonder how he enjoyed his continental breakfast and the morning paper. I think about his queen sized bed and uninterrupted slumber and I find it very, very difficult to sympathize with any kind of fatigue that he may have going on.

I understand that people get tired of business travel, however, I do believe that two nights away from home must have felt like a gift from the Gods. Two nights sans crying, diaper changing, feeding and breaking up fights, must have been LOVELY. I can only fantasize.

I know it cannot be tit for tat, after all I am the only one with the tits, and thus, I am blessedly tied to my newborn for survival. It is a blessing. My husband argues that he will never experience the feeling of a baby moving internally. He will never know what it is like to sustain life through his body alone. It's a woman's privilege. It is. Yet, I do harbour some jealousy. I'll never be the bread winner. Nobody will ever wine or dine me, heck even my husband never did, when we met at 18 I paid my own way through our first dates.

The division of responsibility is clear, but darn it all, what I would do for one night in a Dallas hotel on an expense account....

5 comments:

  1. So with you- My husband just booked tickets to go to SF to see Phish- but I can't go because it coincides with the time that I will be visiting HIS 86 yo grandmother with the monkeys-

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  2. LOL... I signed up to run a relay race down a freakin mountain and over to the ocean so I could "justify" a weekend away!

    I sooooo hear you!

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  3. Oh, and my husband is going to FRANCE by HIMSELF next month for 10 days! For FUN! LOL...

    You and I could run away together...

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  4. Classic! One of the mothers in my mothers group got a room in a posh hotel by herself for mothers day. The rest of us were drooling when we found out. yet none of the fathers could understand the appeal of that as a gift over a hectic day spent taking care of everyone. Maybe you should arrange one of those weekends for yourself. I guess you would have to take baby but you could be absolved of all the rest for a night or too?

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  5. Doesn't that just sound wonderful??

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