I hate guilt induced compliments and I believe he knows this. I was much better with his continuing to insult himself...limp noodle and the like. These comments just feel very self serving to me, in a suck upish sortof way.
But you are right. I need to just take the dang compliment and let it go.
Another reason I didn't respond is that my H has a habit of saying things like this and then if I say something back to the tune of "I sure don't feel beautiful these days.." he will respond, Oh I was talking about being beautiful on the inside anyway. Then I feel silly for misinterpreting his words. Sometimes I have found that no response is better. That way, I can pretend that his comments mean whatever the heck I want them to mean!
Whew, my mood is starting to tank. D2 is really wearing on me all of a sudden. I just sat out in the rain and let the kids play and get wet and that momentarily cheered me up but then a "meat on the back of my truck" salesman had to ruin that moment.
I think I really needed my H last night and he failed me and now I am wavering back and forth between HOM and giving into my hormones. I was LOVING his attention last night and to have it degenerate into a lot of nothing just sucks. There is holding onto yourself and then there is HOLDING ONTO YOURSELF. To have someone flirt with you all day and then at the moment of truth (ie, when they are touching your naked body and you theirs) peter out...well, dammit that stinks.
Ok, now I'm really starting to tank so I will sign off. I need to regain some of my good cheer and do something fun. Annette, I too like to sew and I think I will finish some of the projects I have going on as soon as this cursed child known as D2 goes down for a nap!!
Mo, No I hate embroidering...too time consumptive. However, I like the saying and am now contemplating Henry Zorba as a possible male name for my unborn child.
Anyway, it must be something in the air last night or today. My mood is tanking as well. Yesterday I started out the day horny, but advances through the day were met with promises for later. Well, as it used to be, later never came. Just "I don't feel well" (couldn't even describe how). She wanted to cuddle, but all that did was got me hard, which begot the "don't you ever think about anything else" comment. Now, as much as I am trying not to let it be that way, I am extremely irritable today. She's been out at some breakfast thing all day, and has cub scouts tonight, so I already know it is going to be another "I'm too tired" with no offer of a raincheck. Guess it'll be me an you again tonight, Rosie.
--GGB thinking the crack of dawn is starting to look good.
Annette, Mostly home decorating things that I do not have the money to buy. I have high dollar tastes and a low dollar budget, lol. So I buy a lot of fabric from Ebay and sew my own stuff, such as curtains, etc. Recently I made a new slipcover for my couch and a square cushioned ottoman. Oh and pillows and that sort of junk.
So far I have not attempted making any clothing, even for my kids. This seems too daunting! Silly huh.
The slipcover took up a good portion of my summer. It is very hard to sew with a 4 and 2 yo under your feet and always trying to push the foot pedal, etc. Not to mention keeping them away from the copious pins that are needed on a slipcover to get a good fit. But it turned out great and I have not ONCE tucked it or fussed with it so I am pleased with that. The storebought ones are so loose that you have to tuck them every time you sit on the durn things. Can't have that with little kids who like to sit-slash-jump on furniture. It is a bright red slipcover and really cheered the place up!
Today's projects that I would like to do are: finishing a slipcover that I started for the computer chair that I am currently perched on; and making a cover of some sort for a file cabinet that is really old and dented because one time I was mad and slammed the door too hard and now it doesn't look too hot.
I would just die if mt husband would massage my legs and back and actually let it become a "sexual " thing. There is nothing more of a turn on for me then to feel his hands all over my body. I am instantly turned on only to have him stop...cuddle up next to me and promptly begin snoring in my ear. Talk about a major slap in the face.
GGB, Yes I am trying very hard today to not be sarcastic with him. It is a defense mechanism and not even a very good one at that.
Being REAL with him has a much more profound effect. After all, he loves me and does not want me to be hurt by his actions. When I respond with sarcasm, it just pisses him off and he doesn't care what I think. When I respond with my true feelings he is forced to reflect upon his own actions or inactions.
Btw, I don't always react with sarcasm when he compliments me. Mostly I just say thank you. That way, whatever he was getting at (inner/outer beauty, whatEVER) I am covered. Or I say, "What do you mean?" and try to fish for more compliments.
I'm an idiot, I know. Take whatever I say here with a big container of salt.
I have made home furnishing projects also, but I mostly make clothes, see I am just about as wide as I am tall, LOL, hard to find some clothes. I also am learing how to make belly dancing costumes. Am getting a gold star in that effort (pats self on back) I also get into artsy things like taking old dalmatian calenders and making little gift bags out of them (OOOOOOOOOo I am so good) I have made quilts and am working on one for H now for xmas. Anyway I have about 50 million project in my sewing room right now that I will eventually get around to finishing. H never complains when I go to the fabric store or get fabric on Ebay. He is in awe at my creativity....... how come I never think this stuff is very good?
Annette who wants to make a really sexy belly dancing outfit but needs to loose alot of weight first
Annette, Make the damn outfit already. I've seen your picture and there is NOTHING holding you back from lookin like a hot momma in it.
Hey speaking of that, H was flipping thru the radio over the weekend and heard a song called "One Hot Momma" (I think that's what it's called) and was snickering to himself. He finally said, Do you hear what this song is about?! As if anyone would be corny enough to tell their wife that she's a hot momma. I said Well I think the idea is that she is still hot TO HIM, despite the fact that she's a mom or doesn't look like she did at 18 or whatever. He snickered again and said, Well I think it's a goofy song.
You know what. It is a goofy song. But I hate that he would be such a jackass and say something like that. He knows that I desperately want him to reassure me that I am still hot in his eyes despite the minivan and kids hanging on me all the time. I don't ask for this reassurance, and I certainly know I'm hot even with his lack of saying it, but I still wish that he would pull the corncob outta his ass and realize that a little verbal affirmation of me would go a long way towards creating a happy home.
P.S. I am in awe of your creativity too! I have been wanting to take some quilting classes; absolutely love quilts. In fact, I would love to be at the point where I make anything for fun, instead of necessity, lol. You sound like a very talented person, A!
