Jellyfish Syndrome

Why is it the husbands I know (hi sweetie!) love to come home and just pick at their wives?  Why is that?  You go through your whole day doing your thing, living your life, making hundreds of responsible decisions without them blowing up in your face, and then once Mr. comes home he has to examine your every move under a microscope, pick apart your every action like he's got a stick and he's poking at a...a...jellyfish!  Like he's found a dead jellyfish on the beach and he's poking at it trying to figure out what in the world it is.  I'm not a dead jellyfish!!! Right?  You know who and what I am!!!

Right?

I mean, what was all that dating about if it wasn't to get to know each other?  I was totally myself on all of those dates too! We swam, talked, shopped, hung out, kissed (a lot), texted, shared.  I showed him the real me. Didn't he like me?  Did he just marry me hoping to change me or what?

Right?

And it's not like I'm totally different now that we're married.  Now, I wasn't fully prepared for married life - not in the least.  And don't even get me started about children.  In fact, if I were completely honest with myself I would have to say that I'm entirely inadequate for the job.  I have no problem admitting that.  I had no idea what I was doing.  No, I was not built for this job at all.  But, with the help of Pinterest and the 'Bloggershpere' I've managed envelop myself in the protective jellyfish, I mean cocoon, of self-help, how-to and DIY sites and immerge the glue gun toting, proactive homeschooling, Cordon Bleu quality, run-three-miles-in-the-snow and teach-my-sunday-lesson-complete-with-custom-Circuit-handout wife and mother butterfly I knew God made me to be.

Isn't that enough???

SO WHY DOES MY HUSBAND KEEP POKING AT ME?

IT'S JUST ME!

DOESN'T HE KNOW ME AT ALL?!?!?!