This post also appeared on www.capecodonline.com/blogs in the opinion section of the Cape Cod Times, a division of Ottaway Newspapers, Inc.
I know lately it seems I’ve been all up in arms with moms and women in general. But you’ll be happy to know that in this particular post…I’m still pissed off!
So rewind to Tuesday night. Actually, rewind a little farther. You see, I don’t usually have the time to watch TV shows live. So I wait until they come out on Netflix and then I order them so I don’t have to put up with the waiting or the commercials. Currently, I’m engrossed in the TV show “Lost.” And when I really get into something, I devour it rapidly. Like a fat kid to a cupcake. I’ll stay up into the wee hours of the morning vowing to watch “just one more episode” until all of a sudden the sun has risen.
So on Tuesday night I realized the remainder of Season 2 of Lost would not be arriving from Netflix in time for my day off yesterday. So while we were out on Tuesday night in North Falmouth, I asked MJ if we could stop by Blockbuster so I could rent the remaining Season 2 DVDs and change my Netflix to start Season 3 later this week. Well what I thought was an innocuous request was met with complete attitude from my wife.
“Can’t you order it on Netflix?” she asked.
I explained my predicament and that I just wanted Season 2 for my day off.
“So you’re going to pay for it at Blockbuster instead of just waiting a couple of days?”
Well excuse me!! I can’t believe my own audacity at wanting to spend $10 to rent some frickin DVDs on my day off. I’m sorry, but it just doesn’t seem like too much to ask. A few DVDs to watch in between taking care of Will. That’s it. That’s all I was asking for. But when I argued with MJ, I was met with the all-too-familiar tactical response that is constantly thrown out there by women:
“Fine, do whatever you want.”
This is a complete trap! If I go and pick up the DVDs she’s pissed off at me. But if I don’t go then she gets to say “Why are you mad? I told you you could do whatever you want.” It’s an impossible situation.
So I gave her the silent treatment and drove straight past the video store. Then she got even more upset, telling me to just go and get them. But at this point, there was no chance I was going to cave in to her. I told her I’d go and get them without her on Wednesday so I wouldn’t inconvenience her. This seemed to upset her even more and we ended up in a screaming match on the highway. Then she told me she had changed her mind and she wanted me to get them because that way I would stay home, instead of driving Will all over the Cape on my day off and wasting gas. Real nice, throw a cheap shot at me because I’m antsy at home and like to take my son to different places. And the cherry on top of this bitchy sundae? She said “Well I just assumed you’d wait for me and we’d watch it together.”
Now please keep in mind, MJ is not a TV watcher. She lays on the couch and falls asleep usually before making it through even 30 minutes of programming. So the notion that we were watching this together is patently untrue. I was watching it while she was asleep on the couch and drooling!
The point is, none of it had to happen. I just don’t understand why she’d pick a fight over something so small. All I wanted to do was watch my DVDs. It wasn’t going to affect her at all, yet she chose to give me crap about it and make a mountain out of a molehill.
But it did give me great satisfaction yesterday when she came home from work, as Will was asleep and I had my feet kicked up on the coffee table watching my Blockbuster Lost DVDs. At this point I’m so irritated I’m thinking about renting the remainder from Blockbuster just out of spite.
Why can’t some women learn to pick their battles a little more discerningly?