So I am upstairs at the computer, editing the cookbook mentioned in the previous post, and my husband is downstairs making Saturday breakfast for the kids. I do not feel guilty about this, because my husband has been working 14 hour days this week and has become known as the Special Guest Parent. He could feed them kibble and they'd be thrilled.
From my perch upstairs, I hear one of the Offspring request pancakes. Thinking to be helpful, I walk from my bedroom to the top of the stairs and call down loudly, "We don't have enough milk to make pancakes, but there are some pancakes in the freezer." I return to my editing duties.
Some minutes later, I hear my husband rattling around the kitchen, apparently concocting something. The refrigerator door opens, and he exclaims loudly, in disgust, that the child cannot have pancakes, because we have no milk.
I sigh. I rise, regretfully, from my desk and pad down to the kitchen.
Me (to husband/SGP): Didn't you hear me call down here and say that there was not enough milk for pancakes, but that there were some in the freezer?
H/SGP: I heard a voice, but I didn't hear what you were saying.
At this point I turn around to go upstairs, but the next question is burning on my lips, so I ask it.
Me: When you heard my voice, obviously calling to you, but didn't understand what I was saying, didn't it occur to you to respond to me and actually find out? Or did you figure it was just the usual "blah, blah, blah" and tune it out?
H/SGP: I figured it was just, "blah, blah, blah."
Oh. Thanks for clarifying that.
What a coincidence! My husband says "Blah Blah Blah" all the time, too.
Posted by: Suzanne | January 19, 2008 at 09:45 AM
Oh that could be my house! Right down to SGP -14 hour days, and the not-listening! My son said yesterday "I'm only seeing him one hour a day" - yeah, in which SGP is the god-head and I'm the shrew who cooks and chauffers him between work-gigs. Sigh!
Posted by: Hoo | January 19, 2008 at 10:49 AM
It sounds very familiar to me too. I think most men grow the tune-out gene after marriage.
Posted by: JD | January 19, 2008 at 03:57 PM
This is great!!!!
Posted by: Flo aka bad sissy's friend | January 20, 2008 at 09:36 AM
Oh good grief did you marry my husband?! I have no idea why, when he hollers at me that he can't hear me, he doesn't try to find out what I was saying to begin with. What is up with that?
Posted by: Kelly | January 20, 2008 at 06:11 PM
I had to relate this post to my husband. This could have happened at my house as well. He agreed. :) I get so frustrated! Sheesh, all he has to say is, "What?" LOL
Posted by: kelly jeanie | January 25, 2008 at 12:08 AM
This NEVER happens in my home! ;)
My favorite Simpsons bit:
Marge: Homer, yiu never hear a word I say....you only hear what you want to hear.
Homer: Oh Thanks Marge! I'd LOVE a Ham sandwhich!
Posted by: Fr. Dcn. Raphael | January 26, 2008 at 11:57 AM