In the interest of not nagging Master, I am going to take 30 seconds and complain here instead. I hate to have to do disclaimers, but for anyone who wants to tell me he is an ass and I should leave him if I’m not happy, I’ll just say that this is not a reflection on our relationship. Just a rant.
WHY oh WHY is it unacceptable for me to relax on the weekends, or be sick (which I am, again), or otherwise have a “break” day without it being insinuated that I am not dedicated to doing the things he cares about, but when he has a list a mile long of things that need to be done around here, he can spend hours on the computer and playing with the kidlets?
The List:
1. The little guy is depending on him to finish his Halloween costume. It clearly is going to come down to the wire and that is really annoying when I know several hours work and it could be finished today, or mostly finished.
2. Our garbage disposal has been jammed for a week. It is making it a huge pain in the ass to deal with cooking and cleaning. He was going to fix it yesterday. Now he “doesn’t have time” to get to it this weekend.
3. He was going to go into work today to catch up on backlog.
4. Our washing machine is still broken and he didn’t call on it all week despite my begging him and reminding him every day.
Finally, every time I leave the house it is a risk. I can’t leave the kitchen clean and come home to it clean because nobody in this house knows how to pick up after themselves but me, I guess. The living room is also on the trashed side of things despite my cleaning it yesterday. So, I just spent 3 hours off doing laundry at the laundromat because of the above mentioned washer, and I’ve come home to a worse mess than I left.
That’s just a few of the more glaring things. None of it matters. I guess that’s why I am the slave and not him. However, I am still annoyed today. Maybe I am having my not-period. I don’t bleed anymore since I got my IUD, but I still get emotional periodically. This feels like that.
For the record, so far this weekend I have:
Cleaned the living room and kitchen.
Sorted laundry for 5 people
Done laundry for 5 people
Planned meals for a week
Gone grocery shopping (and hauled a propane tank)
Chased three children around a hockey rink for two hours while Master played hockey.
Cleaned the litter box.
Cleaned the kitchen again.
Cleaned the Living room again.
Cooked meals for the whole family multiple times
Reorganized the freezer.
All while fighting off a seriously angry set of sinuses and exhaustion due to my lovely cold.
Is it my most productive weekend ever? No, it’s not. Does it annoy me anyway? Yep.
Yeah, Master is I am sure doing plenty more than I am giving him credit for. I am probably being totally unfair to him. But right now it’s me who wants sympathy before I go off on him in a totally unslavelike manner!
Bah Humbug.
Tons of sympathy, dear bridget!
Housework goes on until the end of time….and nobody cares but you.
It’s awful, that’s housework.
Comment by kannakat — October 25, 2009 @ 6:58 PM
Awww thanks Kannakat!
Comment by youngbridget — October 25, 2009 @ 7:35 PM
PMS plus housework plus cold. What a lovely weekend you’ve had. I hate that sick and cranky feeling.
No help or advice here. But you have once again reinforced my decision not to have kids.
Comment by Mija — October 25, 2009 @ 9:39 PM
Yeah, I definitely have had better days and weekends. Currently I’m doing the “about to burst into tears” thing. Blah. Thanks for your sympathy!
Comment by youngbridget — October 25, 2009 @ 10:02 PM
Sympathy, lots of it. Colds suck, Housework, and kids, even the cat box getting into the act.
Poor, Bridget, you need a visit from the three spirits, tell them to bring their mops.
Billy
Comment by Billy — October 26, 2009 @ 6:24 AM
Hm. I’d be tempted to put a list of things on the refrigerator that I’d already done (neatly checked off, of course) right beside a list of things that still needed to be done by him.
Er, yeah. Okay. I tried that. It really didn’t go over very well (at least, the second half).
But I’d want to. It’s either that or explode in a very un-submissive type fashion.
s
Comment by Serenity Everton — October 27, 2009 @ 10:19 AM