Why is it that when us girls are say shopping with our husbands,say for clothes they find it a hassle to stand there for a few minutes while we inspect the material or look at different colours, bas ek le lo na…he says, il ask shall i get this one or that-one is blue one is pink-and he says whats the difference…
also we have hosp appointments, and he sits there with me waiting for my turn and he says tumhari baari kab ai gi…11.40 i say, he says lekin its 11.45 now`…so what shall i do dammit, wait innit, godddd, im the pregnant one who has to wait hours sometimes for appointments, and here he is looking to be entertained.wow.
and then…we come home, and guess what, he can happily play the bloody invention called playstation for HOURSSSSS ON END, i mean HOURSSSSS, if you dare interrrupt them with a hey honey u want roti…we get ignored or just get blamed for the other team scoring a goal at that precise moment. dare i say, if we women were to have a hobby that also made us oblivious to the world ( and no star plus isnt the same) i doubt our hubbies would be so understanding…
Yikes. The hormones of pregnancy are scaring me more than the physical changes and the birth process. I think I’ll just adopt.
Men in general don’t seem to like shopping (from what I’ve noticed of my dad…brother…male cousins…other womens’ boyfriends and husbands). They just sit politely sit there…bored…while you take ages looking at a dozen varieties in clothes and accessories.
I enjoy shopping with friends or family…but for the most part…I prefer shopping alone because there’s more freedom and I tend to get more accomplished. Not married…but if I were…I think I’d prefer to take care of the shopping on my own than drag him along.
I prefer alone shopping too, aram say kuch bi le lo, no one nagging and saying yeh kyu leri ho,woh kyu leri ho....but now because im preg, he insists on coming with me everywhere, even the bloody toilet.
I prefer alone shopping too, aram say kuch bi le lo, no one nagging and saying yeh kyu leri ho,woh kyu leri ho....but now because im preg, he insists on coming with me everywhere, even the bloody toilet.
Use your hormones to your advantage, woman! Glare, scream, ridicule him....basically make shopping with a pregnant woman such a horrible experience....that he won't dare come with you again.
Wait...he comes with you to the toilet? Oh...I could see myself throwing a fit at that. Overprotective behavior...among my top pet peeves.
Use your hormones to your advantage, woman! Glare, scream, ridicule him....basically make shopping with a pregnant woman such a horrible experience....that he won't dare come with you again.
Wait...he comes with you to the toilet? Oh...I could see myself throwing a fit at that. Overprotective behavior...among my top pet peeves.
Well he doesnt come IN, he just stands there outside like a looney, waiting for me to go into labour or something, and trust me , this is NADS123, i know how to throw fits....;]
Well he doesnt come IN, he just stands there outside like a looney, waiting for me to go into labour or something, and trust me , this is NADS123, i know how to throw fits....;]
Why don't you make him wait longer (on purpose)...and then he'll quit. Just take your favorite novel with you....or take a nap on the throne. You can only wait outside for so long...before you give it up.
Why is it that when us girls are say shopping with our husbands,say for clothes they find it a hassle to stand there for a few minutes while we inspect the material or look at different colours, bas ek le lo na...he says, il ask shall i get this one or that-one is blue one is pink-and he says whats the difference......
also we have hosp appointments, and he sits there with me waiting for my turn and he says tumhari baari kab ai gi....11.40 i say, he sayslekin its 11.45 now`....so what shall i do dammit, wait innit, godddd, im the pregnant one who has to wait hours sometimes for appointments, and here he is looking to be entertained.wow.
and then....we come home, and guess what, he can happily play the bloody **invention called playstation **for HOURSSSSS ON END, i mean HOURSSSSS, if you dare interrrupt them with a hey honey u want roti.....we get ignored or just get blamed for the other team scoring a goal at that precise moment. dare i say, if we women were to have a hobby that also made us oblivious to the world ( and no star plus isnt the same) i doubt our hubbies would be so understanding.......
don't u dare to say a single word about it .. :|
the other day i played continuouse 12 hours .. :p .. wao wao
Why don't you make him wait longer (on purpose)...and then he'll quit. Just take your favorite novel with you....or take a nap on the throne. You can only wait outside for so long...before you give it up.
lol, nah outside our bathroom we have the staircase afew inches away, he just sits there.lol. bless. its nice sometimes because sometimes im in pain and i see that he cares, although at times IM NOT IN PAIN, and im just going to the loo, as you do, and surprise surprise, hes outside, its a scary sight 3am in the morning....
Why don't you make like the "boy who cried wolf"....but turn it into the "woman who cried labor".......and each time he comes running....tell him you were only faking. Keep doing it enough times...and he won't believe you anymore...and therefore stop attending you everywhere.
The downfall: He may not be there when you really do need him. But substitutes can be arranged for.
Why don't you make like the "boy who cried wolf"....and turn into the "woman who cried labor".......and each time he comes running....tell him you were faking. Keep doing it enough times...and he won't believe you anymore...and therefore stop attending you everywhere.
The downfall: He may not be there when you really do need him. But substitutes can be arranged for.
