Shari
IsItFridayYet?
and I'm trying to do my part is rewarding the positive and ignoring the negative. It is so insanely hard with a grown man...
We had a shoot on Saturday, and we had a great day. But, being "May Day eve", it was a full day. Wee isn't all that into shooting, but he has to be dragged along because dad won't do anything different with him, even tho he's not really into shooting, either (tho he did help at this one). Both cgfg and Wee and easy child 1's girlfriend were looking forward to May-basket-ing, so after the shoot, we made the baskets to deliver on Sunday. A tradition we've done for years. Maybe I should have skipped this year - I don't know. So anyway, got home from delivering baskets with cgfg and Wee (again, cause dad won't go out and do it), to husband in his chair.
And I lost it last night. He logged at least 8 hours in that chair again yesterday. While we were out, he "did the dishes", which consists of putting them in the dishwasher. But he's getting lax on it already, and its GROSS...the fryer and skillets he used on Wed were still out and full of oil, crumbs, and food. I wanted to fix supper, but I am sick of working around all that ****. I gave him 4 nights...
So I went to get out a dish rag to start cleaning up...there are none. So I go get a dish towel. The dishtowels are in a flour bin in an old hoosier cabinet. Its above eye level, so you can't see what you are grabbing. I reach in to get a towel and pull out a dish rag. Ok, fair enough, I needed a dishrag anyway. Then I go back to get a towel and reach in and get another dishrag. I finally pull down the cabinet so I can see in....all the dish rags. Calmly, I tell husband what he already knows - dishrags go under the sink (he put them away, at my request, earlier this week), and he snaps that I am too damn perfect and he can't do anything right in my eyes so why should he try.
Really? He's lived here 8 years and doesn't know where the dishrags go? And that's too **** much to expect with everything else I overlook?
Later, I asked him what I am missing (not facetiously). He used to say I was a 'catch' and whoever I married would need to take care of me, or someone else would, so I asked him...what happened to that? Is he taking care of me in some way that I am missing?
He said he's doing "nothing that matters in your eyes". So I asked for examples. He can't give me any. I am so friggin sick of this.
He did help at the shoot. A lot. And all my shooting friends see him being "so supportive" because he comes sometimes but rarely rides. They didn't hear him tell the camping friends that he goes to practice to help me, cause he doesn't "need to practice and all that stuff - he can do what he wants on his horse already".
PLUS - He's trying to catch a mouse with peanut butter on a trap, but the food crumbs and grease on the counter and stove....why would the mouse go to the peanut butter???? And he has a fort built around the trap so the cat can't get to the trap....
I'm so tired. He's a 10 year old and needs a parent....he's a 10 year old and needs a parent....he's a 10 year old and needs a parent...
We had a shoot on Saturday, and we had a great day. But, being "May Day eve", it was a full day. Wee isn't all that into shooting, but he has to be dragged along because dad won't do anything different with him, even tho he's not really into shooting, either (tho he did help at this one). Both cgfg and Wee and easy child 1's girlfriend were looking forward to May-basket-ing, so after the shoot, we made the baskets to deliver on Sunday. A tradition we've done for years. Maybe I should have skipped this year - I don't know. So anyway, got home from delivering baskets with cgfg and Wee (again, cause dad won't go out and do it), to husband in his chair.
And I lost it last night. He logged at least 8 hours in that chair again yesterday. While we were out, he "did the dishes", which consists of putting them in the dishwasher. But he's getting lax on it already, and its GROSS...the fryer and skillets he used on Wed were still out and full of oil, crumbs, and food. I wanted to fix supper, but I am sick of working around all that ****. I gave him 4 nights...
So I went to get out a dish rag to start cleaning up...there are none. So I go get a dish towel. The dishtowels are in a flour bin in an old hoosier cabinet. Its above eye level, so you can't see what you are grabbing. I reach in to get a towel and pull out a dish rag. Ok, fair enough, I needed a dishrag anyway. Then I go back to get a towel and reach in and get another dishrag. I finally pull down the cabinet so I can see in....all the dish rags. Calmly, I tell husband what he already knows - dishrags go under the sink (he put them away, at my request, earlier this week), and he snaps that I am too damn perfect and he can't do anything right in my eyes so why should he try.
Really? He's lived here 8 years and doesn't know where the dishrags go? And that's too **** much to expect with everything else I overlook?
Later, I asked him what I am missing (not facetiously). He used to say I was a 'catch' and whoever I married would need to take care of me, or someone else would, so I asked him...what happened to that? Is he taking care of me in some way that I am missing?
He said he's doing "nothing that matters in your eyes". So I asked for examples. He can't give me any. I am so friggin sick of this.
He did help at the shoot. A lot. And all my shooting friends see him being "so supportive" because he comes sometimes but rarely rides. They didn't hear him tell the camping friends that he goes to practice to help me, cause he doesn't "need to practice and all that stuff - he can do what he wants on his horse already".
PLUS - He's trying to catch a mouse with peanut butter on a trap, but the food crumbs and grease on the counter and stove....why would the mouse go to the peanut butter???? And he has a fort built around the trap so the cat can't get to the trap....
I'm so tired. He's a 10 year old and needs a parent....he's a 10 year old and needs a parent....he's a 10 year old and needs a parent...
