DISCLAIMER: I am a hormonal onery pregnant woman. Any emotions expressed in the following post are probably very disporportionate, and should probably be taken with a grain of salt.
I start out by saying that I love my husband... with all my heart really.
My husband can be extremely insensitive at times. I feel like I want to strangle him today. I got up this morning... sick as a dog mind you... and got ready for work, I proceed to go get in the truck to leave, and realize that my lovely husband has the keys... in Gunlock... 30 minutes away. GREAT. I called him, and he brought me the keys, I was almost late for work, and he didn't even say sorry for taking the keys... I mean I know it was accidental, but it was still his fault, a simple sorry would have gone a long way. Then I proceeded to work my 8 hour shift... sick as a dog mind you... and I came home. I came home to find my husband sitting on the couch. I went straight to the kitchen to make dinner... (lets keep in mind that the very thought of food makes me want to crawl in a hole and die.) anywhoo... I am trying to fry the Navajo taco bread, while supervising my 7 year old who wanted soooo badly to help cut the tomatoes, and my 5 year old who soooo badly wanted to help chop the olives... I yelled to him... "Sweetheart, do you think you could come help me with dinner?" his reply... "what do you need help with?" my reply... "dinner" He stormed in and a yelling match ensued. truthfully all I needed was for him to make sure neither little child cut off their fingers. is that really too much to ask? Apparently so. He tried grabbing the knife away and doing it himself, I proceeded to yell. I didn't want him to do it FOR them, I wanted him to HELP them. Quite the concept. Anyway... then he ate 2 helpings while I continued to cook, he never offered to help, so that I could maybe eat a little bit. OOOOHHH gggrrr... I am seriously just fuming! It feels like he doesn't care at all that I feel horrible. I mean I get that he probably has a lot of complaints lately too, with all of my moodiness, and vomiting and such, but it really isn't my fault. I don't think the "do unto others" concept makes sense to him. I always take good care of him when he is sick. The last 3 days in a row he has gone to bed early and left me up to take care of all the bedtime craziness... I am feeling very overwhelmed. I wanted to vent here before I vent to him because I am sure I am being unreasonable. I truly love you Mitch, I am sorry you have to live with me.