I started to post this as a response to a comment, but decided I would post is as another entry instead.
So often women are responsible for the house and family. Let's face it...we're good at it! Just like men are so good at doing their jobs. I don't mind being the one who's mostly responsible for the house and family. I don't mind that at all. That's my job. That's what I signed up for. I do my "work" around the house, and I expect Husband to do his...only he doesn't. Every day, I come home from work and walk from the front door straight over to the kitchen and start cooking dinner, getting things cleaned up, etc. I just wish the other people who lived in this house would pick up after themselves, WITHOUT ME HAVING TO SAY ANYTHING, and I wish Husband had a fraction of motivation to do things around here that need to be done. The outside of our house is an absolute embarrassment. Yes, I expect him to do his "manly work," but I do my "womanly work" every single day. The laundry is always done, the house is always clean, there is always food in the fridge, things are always picked up and organized, errands always get done, etc. I just wish he did his fair share. The frustrating thing, is that when he got so hurt back in the fall, and was out of work for several weeks, I took up his slack. I did EVERYTHING. I did everything I normally do, plus all of his work. The one part I couldn't do was the yardwork, so I hired a guy to come out and take care of it until Husband got better. The point is, is that THE WORK GOT DONE. He doesn't do the same for me when I'm out of commission. I can't even tell you how many arguments we've had, when I'm in tears after being sick for a week, and then I have to spend the next week cleaning up a dirty house. It's like when Mom's sick, everyone in the house sees it as a vacation. What happens if I ever get seriously injured or ill? I can't even count on people to take care of things for a freaking weekend. It just HURTS. It hurts in a way that I can't even put into words. And although things have improved slightly over the past several years, it's still not good. I just give up. I kept my mouth shut all afternoon, kept to myself, and eventually I got over it. I have no choice but to get over it. I don't want to make things worse by starting a fight with Husband, a fight that will get us absolutely nowhere. Everything was "fine" by the end of the night, but yeah. It is what it is.
I worked today. I Spring Cleaned a condo. That crap is HARD. After work, I picked up some candy and a balloon for my friends' daughter. She had a birthday a couple of weeks ago, but Daughter couldn't attend her birthday party because a school trip she'd had planned for this entire school year was moved up a week. Then we rescheduled for this coming Saturday, but halfway through our vacation, Daughter started getting sick. She stayed out of school today. She's getting better, but since she's congested, tired, sneezing and coughing I didn't think it would be a good idea for a waterpark and a sleepover. I feel so bad. The poor kid didn't have anyone agree to come to her party except for Daughter, and then she had to cancel because that trip got moved up. Husband works with her dad, so I'm sending him with a little gift for her. I got her some candy, and a cupcake-shaped balloon, and I'm sending her a card with $12 in it (since she's 12). I'm putting the candy, card, and money in a cupcake-shaped bag, too. I hope she likes it. I'm hoping next week we can have her over during the day while her stepmom is at work. Maybe I can take the girls out for lunch at the Mexican restaurant...I can tell them it's her birthday and they can make a huge birthday scene for her. That would be so fun! They put a big sombrero on your head and sing to you. They give you a big bowl of fried ice cream and smear the whipped cream all over your face. That would be a hoot. Maybe her stepmom could even meet us for lunch that day. Ooooh, I love scheming like this!
I bought a candy bar while I was picking up some candy for the birthday girl. I ate two bites of it and then hid it in my purse. I ate the rest when I got home and went to sit down in my room for a while. I haven't had a candy bar in years. It was delicious...and a secret candy bar is even more delectable than a shared candy bar.
Wow, I didn't realize it was almost 5. I need to get the laundry put into the dryer and start some dinner. Since we missed Taco Tuesday, I've decided to make today Taco Thursday.