Sick of it all
I rarely, if ever, whine and rant about my home life. There is a good reason: I have a pretty good life, better than many people in the world, and I know that. But a person needs to vent once in a while, so here goes.
* I'm sick of the husband working so many daggone long hours. Yes, he works from home, but he's in the freakin' office from 8:30 until whatever time he has to leave for his first appointment, and then he may be gone until 10 in the evening (or later) like tonight. And if he does actually make it home for dinner, he'll be in his office and/or on the cell phone for the rest of the evening. And if he manages not to do that, he falls asleep putting the baby to bed, so I still don't see him.
* I'm sick of the baby teething. Nothing I can really do about this, the teeth have to come in sometime if I ever expect to wean her someday. But the above item makes this an even greater annoyance: I have to deal with it alone much of the time.
* I'm sick of the big kid dragging her feet in the morning, and trying every trick in the book at night to put off sleep as long as possible.
* I'm sick of people who don't seem to know how to get their kids to behave in public.
* I'm sick of hearing George W. Bush's patronizing voice on TV. The honeymoon is DEFINITELY over there.
* I'm sick of being the only person who picks up around this house. I'm sick of asking for help with a task (like clearing the table) only to have it done incompletely (dishes are in the kitchen, but not in the dishwasher, and the table still has crumbs on it). I'm sick of being told "I might as well not help because you're never happy with how I do it." LEARN HOW TO DO IT RIGHT! I don't expect perfection, but I do expect the job to be completed, not half done.
This last one is big. Sometimes I'm tempted to go on strike, but the kids aren't really big enough to deal with that. But it would be interesting to see what would happen if I left for a week. Would the dishes already sitting in the sink still be sitting there when I got back? Would the Cheerios on the floor under the table still be there? Would anyone have remembered the cats need water as well as food?
* I'm sick of the husband working so many daggone long hours. Yes, he works from home, but he's in the freakin' office from 8:30 until whatever time he has to leave for his first appointment, and then he may be gone until 10 in the evening (or later) like tonight. And if he does actually make it home for dinner, he'll be in his office and/or on the cell phone for the rest of the evening. And if he manages not to do that, he falls asleep putting the baby to bed, so I still don't see him.
* I'm sick of the baby teething. Nothing I can really do about this, the teeth have to come in sometime if I ever expect to wean her someday. But the above item makes this an even greater annoyance: I have to deal with it alone much of the time.
* I'm sick of the big kid dragging her feet in the morning, and trying every trick in the book at night to put off sleep as long as possible.
* I'm sick of people who don't seem to know how to get their kids to behave in public.
* I'm sick of hearing George W. Bush's patronizing voice on TV. The honeymoon is DEFINITELY over there.
* I'm sick of being the only person who picks up around this house. I'm sick of asking for help with a task (like clearing the table) only to have it done incompletely (dishes are in the kitchen, but not in the dishwasher, and the table still has crumbs on it). I'm sick of being told "I might as well not help because you're never happy with how I do it." LEARN HOW TO DO IT RIGHT! I don't expect perfection, but I do expect the job to be completed, not half done.
This last one is big. Sometimes I'm tempted to go on strike, but the kids aren't really big enough to deal with that. But it would be interesting to see what would happen if I left for a week. Would the dishes already sitting in the sink still be sitting there when I got back? Would the Cheerios on the floor under the table still be there? Would anyone have remembered the cats need water as well as food?
posted by Andrea | 10:39 PM
5 Comments:
I hear ya girlfriend. The honeymoon is definetly over with GW.
The teething will end. I promise. Might not be until college, but it will end.
Going on strike...LOL. I did that once when I was married. I still did laundry..kids and I needed clothes, but I sorted his out and guess what? He complained. Why didnt I do his laundry? GEESH.
Hopefully the long hours are just a season in your life right now. I wish I lived closer to you, I'd take your kids for a night and give you and Leo a free evening and night.
My prayers are with you.
Amen to EVERYTHING you said. I could be your twin. Only difference is hubby complains that nothing is done to his level of perfection.
Try to get out of the house by yourself this weekend for a couple of hours if you can! Or send him out with the girls and you take a couple of hours by yourself to relax at home.
I definetly hear you on the undone jobs - my hubby knows how to take the trash out but can't seem to get an empty trash bag into the trash can when he does it. Drives me nuts.
okay chickadee, a certain hubby has promised me some "time off" and I will invite you to join me in it when/if I get it.
Can I gripe about how the hubby gets sent off to southern california right when the weather gets cold? if he gets a convertible again I think I might have to buy a whole carload of ice cream.
I feel ya. I can't say much more without beating up on Leo, which I'm sure isn't the thing to do, he's obviously a great guy or he couldn't have you and the princesses. I'd smack him around a little and lecture him about priorities, boundaries, THIS TIME PASSES QUICKLY AND WE'LL NEVER GET IT BACK! You know, the usual.
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