Men and communication

Or lack of it.

Why can’t they communicate? Or listen? Or listen and communicate properly?

Grumpy Pants has to go to school this morning. Did he tell me. Well, ish.

See, trying to explain to him that “Oh, I have to go to school tomorrow” doesn’t actually provide me with any important details, like what time, how long he will be and do I have to organise someone to take at least one of the kids to their designated places of requirement.

Not that I’m one of those jealous, overprotective wives.

I’m not.

I don’t particularly care where he is.

What I am, however, is one of those anal control freaks who happens to like being organised!!!!!!!

This includes knowing what I will be required to do and what I have to organise in order to do it. So I need to know times, dates, places, ETAs and reading the Melways before we leave the house, not half an hour after we are supposed to be where we are heading.


Listening also seems to be an issue. He is meeting the ILs (or Ills, depending on how you wish to look at it), his family, for some seminar thing. He mentioned – in passing, at one of those times where I was incapable of pinning him down for futher information – that he was thinking of inviting them for dinner.

Lovely, but not tonight. I have too much I need to get done. Cleaning the house is just not anywhere near the top of my list of priorities.

(Come to think of it, I don’t think its even made the list, but anyhoo)

I was sure I clearly articulated “Not tonight. Please, DO NOT invite anyone for dinner tonight. PLEEEEAAAASE”

Ten minutes later I received communication.

“My sister is coming but not her hubby.”

Hmm, ok. Perhaps I was not clear enough. “Um, OK, but please do not invite ANYONE else. Its really not a good night.”

Shortly thereafter I receive further communication “Mums is coming, as is my brother and his two kids and I’m still waiting to hear back from some others.”

Perhaps I am having trouble speaking. Like that time when the kids run around the house screaming and I think I’m saying “STOP” but what actually comes out of my mouth is “Run around more and scream louder”.

So maybe this time what I’m actually saying is “Let’s make it a challenge to see just how many people we can invite for dinner tonight. Particularly on this busy evening, where it is cold so we can’t use the outside area to seat all the guest who won’t all fit around our table, or in the other, very limited seating we have in the house.”

That must be it.

I try to make it more clear…

“Oh for fucks sake. Did you not listen to anything I said. DO NOT INVITE ANYONE. Uninvite them NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I can’t do that. I’ve already invited them.”

“I don’t care. I can’t do this tonight.”

“Well, what do you want me to do?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Now I have to think for you, too?

Got the evening with myself and the kids. Grumpy meeting family out for dinner tonight.

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