Friday, February 10, 2012
I love my husband. Really I do. But I hate the things he does.
Let's start with the dishes. I try to keep on top of them, but sometimes it's hard with a little one who wants to "help." So normally at night the dishwasher is dirty, but not full enough to run. Hubby will come home and eat after work, but then leave his dishes on the counter. Doesn't rinse them off or even check the dishwasher. So I have to scrub them the next morning.
We have a dog. I don't mind the dog. I developed an allergy to her when I was pregnant with L. L has had eczema since he was two weeks old. Last year we found out that he is highly allergic to dogs, and several other things. We also found out that N is allergic to dogs. So for the past several weeks we've been keeping the dog in the garage and outside during the day, and once the boys are in bed we let her back in the house. It seems to be making a difference. I take care of her. It's L's job to giver her food and water, and I brush her and clean up after her. I ask that Hubby walks the dog. He doesn't get home from work most nights until 10pm, and I'm not going out that late. Although we live in a safe neighborhood, we have few street lights. Our dog is 6 and out of shape. She also will not allow anyone to cut her nails without a fight. So to help keep her nails short, she needs to be walked. I was doing it, but once it got colder, I have no want to go outside. He isn't bothered by the cold, and is bigger than me, so he has less of a hard time with her. He says that after work he doesn't want to have to come home and change clothes and go back out. I feel like he's being lazy.
He doesn't take a lunch to work. He won't take the time to make one himself, and if I make one he normally forgets it here at home. Most days I have to hear about how hungry he is. I have no sympathy.
I'm just so frustrated. I feel like he doesn't care enough to do what I ask. I also feel like I'm living with a teenager. I have to ask multiple times for him to do something, and even then he has to ask whet he was supposed to be doing. When it comes to what he wants out of life, the answer is stuff. He wants a faster car, a bigger tv, a louder stereo. I get that we are still young, but we have kids. Hell there are still nights that I wake up at 3am and he's playing a video game. I'm just fed up.