Some days are better than others…
Sundays are not one of those days. At least in our house. Sundays are a mess filled with anxiety and chaos. A day that should be full of calm and reflection is instead filled with yelling, cleaning, and hurrying around in preparation for the week.
It’s also a day of high stress between myself and my husband. For some reason he feels that Sundays are his day to do nothing. Ok, not nothing but more like whatever the fuck he wants. After a week bring with the kids every evening, all week, I want to do some things on Sunday’s too but I have to do the things around the house first. Most likely the things I’ve done 6x this week already.
Today for the first time in a long time I left him home with a few chores as I went out for the day actually just a couple of hours to an event. The look of disdain that he gave me before I left was utterly ridiculous. I didn’t even ask him to go to the grocery store I asked him to make a list for our groceries to be delivered and that was apparently was too much for him… That along with having to watch his own two children for about three hours by himself.
I’m raising two girls and I really hope that they don’t marry bombs. I really hope that there are mothers out there raising gentleman who will share the tasks of the home life and not just assume that their wife will do it all. Not to mention the fact that they don’t even realize WHAT ALL WE DO! They think our lives are so easy and we do nothing but in reality they would be lost without us… They’d be climbing over heaps and heaps of dirty laundry in a smelly home with dishes piling up and dirty diapers everywhere. I mean it makes no sense to me how they would survive it. Sometimes I dream of keeping a tally of all the tasks that I do around the house but that tally would be so long and take up so much time that I bypass it. It’s not a competition…
I just want a little help.
I just want you to know that at some point I will break.
I’m breaking now.