So please, use this wonderful topic starter to whine, moan and complain about husbands, wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, the heat...ANYTHING!

Allow me to start: My husband's back has been hurting since Thursday. He's walking hunched over in an almost comical stance and is refusing to A: take pain meds, B: see a doctor/go to the ER C: do much of anything besides lay on the couch watching television and moaning and groaning and asking me to get him soda.

This weekend the baby is at Grandma's so we can pack up an entire apartment for our move on this coming Saturday. Of course with the back the husband can't do much but said couch grazing so I'm working for two. Or three, or eight...and I'm just MAD! And now he's napping after a long day of sitting, and I would feel sympathy if say, he saw a doctor, took a few extra strength Advil and STILL felt bad but he's just milking it.

pregnant women act crazy. kids with runny noses bother the hell out of me.

Cog, pregnant woman do act crazy. Sometimes non pregnant ones too, like myself, if I don't have coffee

Ooooo, I HATE when my husband does that. He won't take any meds or see a doctor, but still acts like he's dying. Or, if we're both sick, he'll just act that much sicker than me. It's a miracle that he doesn't start complaining about how badly his uterus hurts when I have cramps. I feel compelled to mention that he was AWESOME when I had surgery recently, though. So aparently, he does draw the line somewhere when it comes to one-upping me.

Are we all married to the same guy? Because my husband does the same exact thing wrt being/acting sick. Also, everytime something needs done, he says, "we need to do" such and such. What he really means is "I" need to do it and he's just reminding me of this.

And I just want to complain about my kids. They will not shut up or stop fighting. A wants to do everything N does and N wants to be free of his brother. So A screams a lot about it and makes up stuff that N did to get attention and get N in trouble. N just wants to watch tv and/or play on his computer and has been whining about it all day, despite the 2 hours of tv time this morning and the 2 hours of computer time this afternoon.

Urg. I spelled "apparently" wrong, apparently.

Also, ks, my husband says the same thing! Usually, I respond with "so when do you want to do it?".

damn, that also sounds like S. my "favorite" is when he tells me "i feel weak".

but today he has been pretty pleasant, instead i will complain about my dog, the bastard keeps jumping the gate to the baby's room and waking her up. the worst is that i know that he can do it quietly.

Now he's napping. After all that SITTING!

We totally married the same guy.

My husband, does NOT tolerate pain well. And I, because I am from a long line of farmers, am a completely unsympathetic bitch when it comes to pain. I did not scream during labour (although I threw up a lot and clung to the edge of the bedrail and whimpered). I am not the person you come to for sympathy if you are cold or hot or in pain. Put on a sweater, take off a sweater, or take some tylenol, but why are you telling me?

Even to my kids, my usual response is "What do you think you should do about that?"

I could tell the story of my great-grandmother removing one of her son's severely injured big toe (pitchfork accident) with her sewing shears, but it doesn't translate well into text. Suffice it to say, my lack of sympathy and my husbands tendency to dramatics (and REFUSAL TO GET THEM TREATED) is a major source of tension in our relationship.

He wants his pain 'acknowledged'. In my mind, if it's important enough to complain, it's important enough to get treated. It's not that I refuse to help, I just refuse to sympathize. I'll get you an icepack and some tylenol. I'll drive you to ER. But tell me, with words, what you want me to do. I am not guessing!

wookie, I'm with you. We have had two screaming matches in the past few days because I'm not being sympathetic enough. Mind you the first day I did the heating pad/make you a sandwich deal, and the second I was like snap the fuck out of it, and help me pack this goddamn house we only have one free weekend and we should take advantage!

Sailor is a total baby when it comes to stomach aches. Supposedly he feels worse if he pukes so his nauseous time is spent on his tummy in bed.

But this is the man that lets me sleep in most weekends and then take a nap later that day (I like my sleep).

Hubby is the exact opposite. Every little ding, bruise, or cut is like he's dying. And at least once a month he swears he has pneumonia.

Granted, he's currently recovering from carpal tunnel release surgery at the moment, but every two minutes he's announcing how it tingles, hurts, is stiff, etc, etc, etc. I'm not a non-sympathetic person, but for God's sake, TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE! I recovered from two rough c-sections, a pulmonary embolism, a crushing hand injury, and severe sinus headaches, but I did not whine about how I feel.

Perhaps I'm not the typical woman, and he's not the typical man, but still. I just want to talk to him about normal, everyday things, and not the colors of his scabs.

We are also moving at the end of this month, and I am left to pack the house by myself.

wookie, I'm totally the same way. Not sympathetic at all. My kids usually get a "you're fine, go play" or "is it going to fall off, then?" and I tell the husband to man up and stop being a baby all the time. If there's no blood, fever, or vomit, then I don't want to hear about it. Even then, I don't really want to hear about it, but I will give some sympathy for those things.

And I get told a lot that I'm cold and kind of a bitch. Usually by my sisters, who are exactly the same.

Here's the kind of exchange with my spouse that drives me crazy.

him: what should I feed the Smudge for dinner?
me: there are spinach bites in the freezer in the garage.
him: (goes to freezer, meanwhile I continue to comfort Smudge who bit his lip and is bleeding) They're not there.
me: yes they are. They're in a big container.
him: how big
me: (gestures size)
him: (using a voice that implies I'm an idiot) THERE ARE NOT SPINACH BITES IN THE FREEZER
me: (gets up and retrieves spinach bites from the freezer)

This happens all the time. The thing is right in front of him and he will insist it is not there like I am the biggest idiot on the planet.

My husband had some tummy trouble last week because he ate some greasy tacos. He has no gall bladder, so he doesn't tolerate grease well. He thought he might have gotten salmonella from the tomato in our salad the day before. Uh, no.

My child is also a hypochondriac. She thought she needed to go to the emergency room when her loose tooth bled a little.

I've got nothing. My wife gave birth three times without meds. On one of those she dislocated her sacrum and broke her tailbone. Unless I'm on my deathbed, I've got nothing. "Hon, see here." I hold out my hand. "I have a blister here from ..." look up into her face "... ahhhh forget it."

i get one-upped on pain too. I feel like when i do have pain, legitimate carrying-baby-all-day and broken-body-from-giving-birth kind of pain, that i've accidentally wandered into the "Complaints" room from Monty Python.

me - My body is aching and my back is breaking, i can't cope any longer. Can you rub my shoulders?
him - YOU'D like to complain?? look at this callous, plus my back has been hurting for no reason all day, and i think i overdid my cycle workout and now my quads are too tight. I think i need to go to the chiropractor.

I think the bit that bothers me the most is that it doesn't matter when or where i am when i am my most broken down, he's always got to complain on top of it. My pain comes from carrying a wriggly baby around all day. He sits at a desk all day. I sleep awkwardly around said baby. He sleeps like he always has, able to move as often as he wants. When he has a legitimate problem, the chiropractor can repair it. When i have a bucket of agony pouring down my spine, there's nothing anyone can do, and I still have to carry the baby.

This in no way stops me from wanting another one, mind you. I just feel that if i have been physically put upon and want to vent about it, he should stfu and just let me. I'd get over it in about a minute, but trying to compete with me pisses me off. /rant

Yeah - Goodbuddy is the biggest weani when he gets hurt. I am a Spartan meani and I have NO sympathy. Suck it up!

I think my wife has been hanging around all of your husbands for a while. But I'm trying to get her to start showing up here, so I'm not going to say anything else. She is carrying my third child, and I'm pretty sure that's not easy.

Well - unfortunately PF doesn't whine so I can't complain about him...but SBT#2 had been out of school for less than 48 hours (during which time we drove to Ocean City and spent 6 hours watching him play sand soccer and frolic in the waves) before he declared "I'm bored, there is nothing to do, and why won't anyone DOOOOOO something with me???"

I will never survive the summer.

McG - I know that conversation well. Ugh!

You know that "what do you mean your in pain, I gave birth to three children, let me tell you about pain" line does have it limitations.

I had had elbow surgery 2 weeks prior to falling off the roof (I am not entertaining comments on what I was doing on the roof, 2 weeks after elbow surgery) and reopening the entire, 6 inch incision. I fell on my back, and was hurt in many places. As my wife drove me to the emergency room, my elbow rapped in towel, she tried that line on me. I was kind of confused, both from the comment and the pain. looked at her, and we both simultaneously broke out laughing. Which also hurt.

AlphaGeek does not EVER try to one up me on stomach issues. In fact, after a fishing trip along the Columbia where they had wicked cross-tides, all his buddies (and AG) were hurling their breakfasts over the side of the boat.

When he came back, he didn't even try to get sympathy out of me. All he said was, "I don't know how you did that for nine months."

Although when he gets sick from a bad cold or similar, he too acts as if he is on death's doorstep. And at the same time, he won't be proactive to get himself better! I have to force him to take something other than Nyquil.

In his defense, he really doesn't get sick very often. We're talking maybe once every few years. I honestly believe he just has no idea what to do with himself when he gets sick. His parents were very old-fashioned about illness and injury. Very much in the vein of 'put some butter on that burn'.

You are not alone!

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Ah! Freaking Hi-larious.

Sweet!

My husband always one-ups me, but he probably says the same thing about me.

However, as long as we're ranting, his position is that his mother is free to come visit (and stay with) us any time she wants. But then he conveniently (a) has work to do (who doesn't?) and (b) has a migraine the whole weekend she's here. He doesn't plan ANYTHING for her -- even Mother's Day cards are my job -- and it's all left to me.

Did I mention she's coming here on Thursday?

JT, I swear we must all be married to the same guy, because my husband does that too. He has the exact same position regarding his mom coming here and then is never available when she is--he suddenly and conveniently has to work late almost every evening--and I'm left to entertain her. And the woman gets on my last nerve--after a day or two I feel like pulling out my hair and having a screaming fit.

She also visits a lot and never stays for less than a week. In fact, the reason my boys share a room is because the husband thinks we need a dedicated guest room specifically for his mother to stay in when she visits. The boys even call it "Appamma's room".

She also has decided that when his last sister gets married (she lives with P at the moment) then she'll split her time among her children. So that's, minimum, 3 months at a time here, plus random 2 or so week visits throughout the year. I really hope that P stays single for the rest of her mother's life, because I just could not handle that.