We had a great mother's day. I woke up to the KM with his nose about an inch from mine saying "Happy Mommies Day, Open peasants? (presents)". So we got up and opened peasants. They got me a really cool new oven mitt I wanted and a under cabinet mount radio/CD player. Which was also installed on Sunday -- this sort of thing never happens at our house.
Then the chaos began. We had my mom, grandma, great-aunt, sister and brother over. This doesn't seem like very many people, but it sure was hectic. It probably didn't help that I had a slight headache, which was just throwing me off all day. I just couldn't get in to the swing of things. The day was long and never ending. It would have been great if I had been in the mood. Lately we have been doing a lot of entertaining. Our friends come over a few times a week for dinner. It's great, but sometimes it feels like all I do it cook.
So on Sunday when every one was over, all I wanted to do was sit and enjoy the day, but instead had to cook. After dinner when I asked my husband to help clean up, he said there was enough people to do it (i.e. my mom, grandma, great-aunt and sister). This was pure bull shit, it was Mother's day, and not dad sits on his ass day. He wandered in to the kitchen and was going to pretend to help, after I got mad at him, and couldn't figure out why he needed to help or why I was so mad at him. I just yelled "Fuck It!". At that point I think he understood that I was not happy and that he should get his ass to cleaning up lunch.
Part of the reason I was so cranky at him was because last year on Mother's day I painted our bedroom. We were trying to sell our house, and we agreed that some of it needed to be re-painted. So while he said he was going to help, he ended up taking a 4 hour nap on the couch, while my mom watch KM and I painted the room by my self. So this year I had high hopes of being treated like the queen I should be and actually getting to relax a bit. Instead, while I prepared all of the things for lunch, and my brother did the grilling, my husband sat on the couch and watch baseball. Didn't even bother to talk to anyone who was over. GRRR! Sometimes that man really pisses me off. Excuse us for being in your presence sire, we shall leave whilst the holy baseball game is on. Never mind we were here to visit you.
I had to get a little upset with him last Friday as well. He has been working on a job for a friend of ours, so when work is done they sit and have a few beers. He shows up at home when ever he feels like it. This is so irritating. When I get done with work, some days I would like to just sit and have a beer too, but instead I have to go and get KM from daycare, then go home and make dinner, do the laundry, give KM a bath, pick up the house, do dishes etc. Never crosses his mind that some days I am tired too. On Friday when he did get home, he took KM outside for a bobcat ride and I went back in the house for a few minutes to just sit, and when I poked my head out the window, I heard KM squealing with laughter and wanted to see what they were doing, husband tells him that mom has never seen daylight and she hates it out side. She won't come and play with us. That just hit my pissed off button. There are plenty of times KM and I play when dad is no where around, and I don't tell KM things to make him think dad doesn't like playing with him. Then they came inside and I was laying down, and husband says there's the King lying on the couch. FUCK YOU -- it's the first 5 minutes I got to myself in a while and now I'm the King who expects everyone to do what ever it is that I tell them -- I don't even know what he was really referring to but when ever he calls me King, I get so angry at him.
This turned way more in to a ranting than I had originally intended, but that you have it. My frustrations with the husband. It's not all the time, or even a blanket statement like "lately", just a few isolated incidents. Needed to get them off my chest.