Showing posts with label considerate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label considerate. Show all posts

Friday, August 26, 2011

To be (considerate) or not to be (inconsiderate)

My husband is a loving father and a wonderful husband. But many times, he comes across as inconsiderate. Here are some examples:

A few days ago, I was out running errands. When I came home, I discovered my husband had left the house. No note, nothing. I asked our older daughter, "Where's Baba?" She said, "I don't know, did he leave?" GRRR So he left the house without telling anyone what he was up to.

I sent him a text asking him where he was. He replied, "I went to visit so-and-so" I asked, "Didn't you think you could tell anyone?" Him: "Why??" GRRR

He had done this earlier in the year. He would take our youngest daughter out for a walk, and not tell anyone. Well, we soon noticed that our girl was nowhere in the house and for a few (frantic) minutes, we thought she had slipped through the door and run away! I texted him anxiously, "Do you have our daughter?" He thought it would be funny to play a trick on me, so he replied, "No, I thought she was with you"

Never toy with the emotions of a mother who thinks her child is missing. The split-second after he texted me that, I was in tears, bawling because she was nowhere in the house to be found. A few seconds later, he texted "Just kidding" - like it was no big deal. Believe me, I played Hell with him when he got back.

Here's what I did yesterday: I was scheduled to go to work as usual. I got dressed, packed my lunch and kissed everyone good-bye. When I got there, I learned I had been given the day off so I headed back home. Before I drove back, I sent a text to my husband, telling him that there was a scheduling issue and I was on my way back.

Why did I do this? Because after I left home, he wouldn't be expecting a car to pull up in our driveway. He wouldn't be expecting someone to unlock the house door. I certainly didn't want to walk through the door with someone swinging a big stick at me! So I INFORMED him, well in advance, so he'd know what was going on. And that he wouldn't mistake me for an intruder and hit me with a stick!

But, my friends, that is what's called being considerate.