So my hubby and I went to the chiropractor this morning (again for me.....just went yesterday to get my rib back in again)...my mom calls, and needs Doug to look are her toilet. It's leaking, she says. So....we drive up there.
On the way home, we have some time (45 minutes) so I ask him: "What is one thing that I could do, not like around the house or whatever, but personally, emotionally or whatever, that would make you feel more loved and respected?"
Who wouldn't LOVE to be asked that question?? I would. But that a whooooole other post.
So he says..."I dont' know...not around the house, huh?"
Now I know what's coming.
Me: Fine. Something around the house then. Other than keeping the table clean and doing the dishes.
Him: Well, you're kind of a slob. You leave crap all over the place and don't put things back when you use them....
Me (gritting my teeth and thinking, "I take care of a 3.5 year old with more energy in his little finger than I have in my whole body, plus I"m fighting this stupid disease every single minute of my life and you want the house spotless??? What planet are you from???)
Him: Well, maybe you could make dinner.
Me: (thinking again, after I'm with Jacob all day playing, schooling, whatever, dealing with MG, blah blah blah)
"Um, I could probably do that...Do you think then you could take Jacob when you get home so I can rest for a minute or use that time to make dinner without him and 3 dogs underfoot?"
Him: Sure, unless there's something I have to do that he can't do.
He's 3.5 for sh!t's sake!
So after going to the chiropractor, running up to my mom's, coming home and planting flowers for 2 hours, I had to make meatloaf, put that and potatoes in the oven, tripping over Jacob and 3 dogs, do the dishes, clear the table, and fill my pillbox...which takes forever.
And I'm exhausted. But that doesn't really matter to him.
Oh, the frustration!!!
Still waiting for him to ask me what HE could do......