cillybean83
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Ok...seriously my husband has been pissing me off since yesterday evening lol
I have SPD and pre eclampsia and I was just plain worn out last night. I didn't do much all day. I have a 6 year old who is homeschooled, I babysit a 1 year old, and on top of taking care of them all I did was clean the kitchen and do some laundry. My hubby gets home from work and I'm exhausted, totally worn out and in pain and feeling awful. We have chicken and macaroni and cheese and corn for dinner. He says it isn't enough he wants a ham sandwich. Mind you I didn't MAKE the dinner, it was from KFC but still, 2 pieces of chicken should hold you for a little while. I swear to god he asked for a damn ham sandwich at least 8 times, each time my response being "David, seriously, I'm exhausted, we ate dinner, get it yourself"
I hadn't gotten around to tidying the living room because I was busy with the kids and just not feeling well so I asked him if he would mind doing it, he said no problem. So I told him I was going to go lay down and read a book and relax, to which he said, no problem. Well there was a problem, he wouldn't keep our son entertained in the slightest so I couldn't relax because my son was hovering around me like "I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored" lol....so I let him get in bed with me for a while and he eventually fell asleep (it was a bit after 8) I never got back out of the bed unless it was to pee and I asked my hubby for a grape soda and some popcorn because he was making a snack and he bitched and moaned about it but he brought it to me anyway.
This morning I wake up with my left arm COMPLETELY numbed, you could have shoved a knife through it and I wouldn't have felt a thing. Hubby was already up and I asked him to google what it could be and he was annoyed again but he did it. I was having lots of SPD pain and I asked him to touch my back for a few minutes so I could get back to sleep (for some reason that knocks me out) and of course, after 5 seconds, he was the one asleep, even though he had originally been awake!!! lol so I get up to go sit in the recliner hoping that elevating my feet will help take some of the pressure off and what do I see when I get in the living room??? TOTAL DESTRUCTION! Not only did he not tidy it up like he said he would, it was actually messier!!!! OMG I wanted to go beat him!
I do more than my fair share around here, most wifes cook, clean, do laundry but I have to do way more than that. He doesn't put his dirty clothes in the hamper, I have to go hunting them up from all over the house, he wants me to bring his meals and drinks to him in his recliner or at the computer desk instead of him coming to get the food or eat at the table, he doesn't even ASK me to take his dishes to the sink, he just hands them to me like i'm some waitress...and I never say a word about it...so that's why it pisses me off that I have to walk on egg shells to ask him to do anything for me because he gets huffy about it. I'm the one with all these pregnancy related conditions, I'm growing HIS child, the least he could do is try to help me be comfortable...is that really asking too much? Oh and the thing about cleaning the living room was not just a yesterday thing. He is off on Monday and Tuesday, Monday he said "I'll help you clean one room" and I told him to do the living room so yeah....he's basically had since Monday to make good on what he offered to do, and I did it myself this morning.
Just grrrrrrrr
I have SPD and pre eclampsia and I was just plain worn out last night. I didn't do much all day. I have a 6 year old who is homeschooled, I babysit a 1 year old, and on top of taking care of them all I did was clean the kitchen and do some laundry. My hubby gets home from work and I'm exhausted, totally worn out and in pain and feeling awful. We have chicken and macaroni and cheese and corn for dinner. He says it isn't enough he wants a ham sandwich. Mind you I didn't MAKE the dinner, it was from KFC but still, 2 pieces of chicken should hold you for a little while. I swear to god he asked for a damn ham sandwich at least 8 times, each time my response being "David, seriously, I'm exhausted, we ate dinner, get it yourself"
I hadn't gotten around to tidying the living room because I was busy with the kids and just not feeling well so I asked him if he would mind doing it, he said no problem. So I told him I was going to go lay down and read a book and relax, to which he said, no problem. Well there was a problem, he wouldn't keep our son entertained in the slightest so I couldn't relax because my son was hovering around me like "I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored" lol....so I let him get in bed with me for a while and he eventually fell asleep (it was a bit after 8) I never got back out of the bed unless it was to pee and I asked my hubby for a grape soda and some popcorn because he was making a snack and he bitched and moaned about it but he brought it to me anyway.
This morning I wake up with my left arm COMPLETELY numbed, you could have shoved a knife through it and I wouldn't have felt a thing. Hubby was already up and I asked him to google what it could be and he was annoyed again but he did it. I was having lots of SPD pain and I asked him to touch my back for a few minutes so I could get back to sleep (for some reason that knocks me out) and of course, after 5 seconds, he was the one asleep, even though he had originally been awake!!! lol so I get up to go sit in the recliner hoping that elevating my feet will help take some of the pressure off and what do I see when I get in the living room??? TOTAL DESTRUCTION! Not only did he not tidy it up like he said he would, it was actually messier!!!! OMG I wanted to go beat him!
I do more than my fair share around here, most wifes cook, clean, do laundry but I have to do way more than that. He doesn't put his dirty clothes in the hamper, I have to go hunting them up from all over the house, he wants me to bring his meals and drinks to him in his recliner or at the computer desk instead of him coming to get the food or eat at the table, he doesn't even ASK me to take his dishes to the sink, he just hands them to me like i'm some waitress...and I never say a word about it...so that's why it pisses me off that I have to walk on egg shells to ask him to do anything for me because he gets huffy about it. I'm the one with all these pregnancy related conditions, I'm growing HIS child, the least he could do is try to help me be comfortable...is that really asking too much? Oh and the thing about cleaning the living room was not just a yesterday thing. He is off on Monday and Tuesday, Monday he said "I'll help you clean one room" and I told him to do the living room so yeah....he's basically had since Monday to make good on what he offered to do, and I did it myself this morning.
Just grrrrrrrr
