Monday, March 01, 2010

An entirely pointless tale of woe

Well, the husband is out on tour ,for  this  (among other things ) for a few days and this time the grandson magnet hasn't been switched on  has met it's match in the grandparents own commitments. WHY do grandparents have to have a life of their own!!

Anyway, so here I am , looking after baby all by myself for the last few days . Going to bed at night has become an exercise in obsessive door locking,barricading with chair,hiding something sharp in the bedroom  ,struggling with a tired but reluctant to sleep baby and self. Sure enough, things began unravelling the day after the husband left. The land line (and internet) went on a break(repaired after 48 hours and long distance telephonic intervention from the spouse, the baby had his first fall from the pram( and thankfully had nothing broken ), then the only tubelight in the computer room literally went on the blink!The icing on the cake was of course one night or rather at 4 am that morning, when I was lying in bed petrified because there was

....A DOOR BANGING intermittently when it had no business to be banging or creaking or making it's presence felt in any way whatsoever. After half an hour of peeking through the curtains of the bedroom window to check for wind blown trees (and finding none),and lying in bed trying to work out ways to inflict maximum damage on the cause of the banging door, I finally decided to swallow my pride, and called the neighbours.Sigh...after the cause of my downfall was identified as the unlatched outside door of a house in the next block, being banged by the breeze and offers to "come and sleep in our spare bedroom" were declined, I managed to get some shuteye. "Refreshed" by the four precious hours of rest and the lack of a wide awake baby, I had only one question endlessly chasing it's tail on my mind, namely

 WHY do husbands have to go out on TD (that's temporary duty for the un-fauji-initiated crowd)? Do they not realise the horrors they inflict on their wives by  doing so?That they leave us alone in these groundfloor houses, with umpteem , creaky  doors opening to the surrounding grounds. Don't they realise that we can only enjoy the bright sunny lawn in the daytime?That we may not always prefer brushing our teeth/taking care of stuff while keeping an eagle eye and an iron grip on a wriggling baby who has to inspect objects on the floor while seated in an object raised a few feet above the floor with utter disregard for the gravity of the situation!
On top of all this, the poor suffering wife can't even sing her tale of woe gently remonstrate the husband with words like "I can't even leave your son alone for a second without  finding him almost hanging upside down from the bed/pram and/or chewing the switchboard wire/remote/phone/MY BOOK" , without being subjected to totally beside the point rejoinders like   "you're enjoying his smiles and all the new things he's learning  while I'm out on work doing what I really love and spending my spare time by the pool ,  missing him like anything", or text messages  like this in the middle of the day/night

"Aaayyyyyy voooeeessss meeeeee!!!"

hmpff! Artimonkitrix and I  think this bong is crazy!


Passionate Goof said...

Awwwwwwwww.... first of all, a BIG FAT hug. I know its needed. I have had my worst times alone with the BB too.He was less than 15 days old, when the GP took off for a week. It was terrible, no grandparents, no nothing. And that had just been the beginning. Paranoia and craziness are just part of the deal. I have got used to it now, and I am sure you will too. Till then, rant away here.And hope the husband gets back really soon!

deepazartz said...

That was a pretty interesting and a scary (frm ur point of view..) read...Poor you! I understand the situation, haven't experienced it though totally...only partially when my husband came late night after his duty say 2am. I couldn't sleep properly until then. I could go on hearing noises...which obviously happens everyday as we live in an apartment and which I don't usually notice!

As PG said...Hope your husband gets back soon everytime:)

Verification word is 'gostory'.. :)

Anonymous said...

Everything does seem to wait to go wrong when the husband's are away :)

It's tough being alone with the baby for the first time... A baby makes it impossible to read peacefully, sleep, even have a cup of 'hot' tea (it's invariably cold by the time you have it) :)

And you might find locking the bedroom door and letting countless doors bang outside, helps get some sleep.

Piper .. said...

:):) a biiiiiiiiiiig hug from me!! Is he back yet?? Incidentally, The G was out for 2 nights too! This time around(experienced from a previous incident!) I went and stayed in a hotel near my home!! :):) I dont think you have that option with a baby!! :(

MRC said...


Thanks and big hug back :D. He's supposed to come back for a day tomorrow and will be off again for a few days.


Yup! It's scary at night, and I've managed to ignore the usual small nightime noises inside and outside....but the banging door was the last straw! And "gostory"...are you sure there wasnt an "h" missing ;)


So so true...things just go downhill for the first few days , every time he's away, but then they do stabilise after a while (touch-wood!) The bedroom door connected to the rest of the house was locked that night, but the irony is that the bedroom also has a door which opens out to a veranda AND the locked bedroom door just makes the room stuffy....I've finally decided to just take my chances on leaving the inside door open :)


:D Thankuverymuch! A hotel? Really? Good to know Im not the only paranoid one! ;) Though I would be more scared being in a hotel in this town than inside a secure AF camp :D

Trish said...

Awww Mini,Big hugs.I know it gets crazy,without the husband...The first year,I was alone with Aadi a lot..the husband was working long hours,sometmes had to stay in office for 3 whole days..sometimes tours..It was crazy..And funnily,even the tiniest of noise sounds I can imagine,how that loud door banging must ahve freaked you out..Thank God,you are on base and have neighbours you know...I hope he is back soon if not already

newmumontheblock said...

Ohhhh I feel for you, I do, I do! I can relate to this post at so many levels. My dad was in the Navy too, so I know how it feels to be alone in those fauji houses. And I can totally relate to the obsessive door checking- I do multiple rounds , with double chair barricading! And that blasted creaking door! Last time P was away for a concert, A CONCERT- is there any justice in this world?- when our electronic lock started beeping like crazy all thru the night! I spent the night on the couch and woke up to a super active, I will NOT nap today child.
Hugs to you and hope hubby gets back soon!

MRC said...


Thanks and big hugs back :D
yes, being on base is a great advantage, and the good thing is that it's impossible not to know practically everyone who's living here, since all the husbands work in the same organisation.

He should be back for a day today, and then off again for a few days....sigh.


Yay!! Some more soda please ;) I'm the army kind!
And do you mean to say that you ACTUALLY let P go off to a concert and leave you alone with Nikki...gurl your heart is way more spacious than mine!:D


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