Mondays have never been a good day for me (Bie always call my Sunday nights as a ‘get-worked-up-and-all-moody-night’ in view of the coming Monday. I’d get all moody especially when I feel tired when waking up in the morning. And rushing to get ready to work isn’t something that we refer to as a fun thing. Today is no difference.
I was from Seremban this morning. Though how hard I try to leave the house early, at least at 6.45am, I would always end up leaving at 7.00am and sometimes, a little later. And the fact that I need to go to PJ to send my kids isn’t really helping. So in the end, I’d reach the office quite late. I hate being late to the office. Bie’s working on his own. So it doesn’t really matter what time he reaches his office as long as he is there.
What pisses me off is the fact that he can remain calm about the whole thing (I know some of my girlfriends agree with me on this). And whenever I make an issue of being late and everything, he would always turn it around and make it my fault, well indirectly. It makes me so mad. I made sure that the bags are packed before I went to bed last night. I made sure that the clothes are already ironed. I woke up at 6.00am this morning, but after doing that and doing this, preparing that and preparing this, I would always end up late. He blamed it on the traffic. Hello… it’s not so much of traffic. It’s us. We have to organize our time so that we wouldn’t end up late. The traffic will always be there. So to avoid it, get around it by leaving the house early.
I reached the office at 9.00am this morning, that’s like half an hour late. I hate it. I remember when I used to drive to work by myself; I would reach the office within a range of 7.30am to 7.45am. But now with just one car at our disposal, and the fact that we have two kids to send off instead of one, I can’t enjoy reaching the office early anymore. Oh well, I can’t blame it entirely on Bie (I so badly want to point my fingers at him), I guess I am partly to blame also. But when he sees that I am already late, please oh please don’t take your sweet time and remain relaxed about it. Hasten yourself. Do whatever that is necessary to contribute to me not being late to the office.
This is just me, on a normal Monday morning. I usually get so much better after lunch, so please be patient.
I was from Seremban this morning. Though how hard I try to leave the house early, at least at 6.45am, I would always end up leaving at 7.00am and sometimes, a little later. And the fact that I need to go to PJ to send my kids isn’t really helping. So in the end, I’d reach the office quite late. I hate being late to the office. Bie’s working on his own. So it doesn’t really matter what time he reaches his office as long as he is there.
What pisses me off is the fact that he can remain calm about the whole thing (I know some of my girlfriends agree with me on this). And whenever I make an issue of being late and everything, he would always turn it around and make it my fault, well indirectly. It makes me so mad. I made sure that the bags are packed before I went to bed last night. I made sure that the clothes are already ironed. I woke up at 6.00am this morning, but after doing that and doing this, preparing that and preparing this, I would always end up late. He blamed it on the traffic. Hello… it’s not so much of traffic. It’s us. We have to organize our time so that we wouldn’t end up late. The traffic will always be there. So to avoid it, get around it by leaving the house early.
I reached the office at 9.00am this morning, that’s like half an hour late. I hate it. I remember when I used to drive to work by myself; I would reach the office within a range of 7.30am to 7.45am. But now with just one car at our disposal, and the fact that we have two kids to send off instead of one, I can’t enjoy reaching the office early anymore. Oh well, I can’t blame it entirely on Bie (I so badly want to point my fingers at him), I guess I am partly to blame also. But when he sees that I am already late, please oh please don’t take your sweet time and remain relaxed about it. Hasten yourself. Do whatever that is necessary to contribute to me not being late to the office.
This is just me, on a normal Monday morning. I usually get so much better after lunch, so please be patient.
4 comments:
you know what, it is very tempting to copy and send an email him so that he knows how much this is upsetting you.
haha. but no, wont do it.
i hate telling this to you everytime, but talk to him, as in calmly talking to him, and make him understand.
it is not the traffic. its not us. its always me. i change so that people change - you know "be the change you want to see in the world" thingy?
luv u lotsa. hugs.
Pah,
It is so tempting isn't it? Well I trust you won't. I usually say it out loud to him, but tulah, in my own ways and fashion. Will talk to him nicely about it.
So very phylasophical (is that how you spell it..?? [shrug].. no matter) of you.
Thanks, dear.
Eh, Ija.. u kena travel quite a distance everytime eh? To whom u r sending ur kids to anyway...
Sounds like you have to do everything in the mornings.. Is ur Bie helping out?
P/S: Pardon me for asking..
Pisces Man,
Yup.. had to travel quite a distance. Used to it coz that was the arrangement when it was with Marsya (my eldest). Except now that there's two of them, the travelling is now quite a hassle.
I don't do much of anything in the morning. I always prepare whatever necessary before going to sleep. Nak buat camner.
Bie does help out. Usually I'll take care of the baby, while he takes care of Marsya. So, I'm fine with that. Have to distribute tasks now. Parts and parcels of being parents I guess.
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