you should appreciate me more.
feeding him one bottle, changing one diaper doesn't exonerate you from responsibility. you use work as an excuse, but you know, the sheriff next door does the grocery shopping, bathes his son, and is generally useful. my father didn't just come home to flop on the couch while I cooked and cleaned. you make me so mad. I ask you to take out the trash for pick-up; it's still there. vacuuming? nope. taking Ben for the night, like you promised? obviously not. move the t.v. stand for me? yes, I would do these things, but I was busy: I cooked you dinner, made Ben's bottles, cleaned the kitchen, picked up after your ass, re-spackled the drywall, did a load of laundry, re-sorted and organized all the bills (that I pay), fed the dogs, cleaned up after the dogs, and shopped so you didn't have to pick up baby food.
you gamed from the time you came home until I shook you awake at midnight. it doesn't matter, though, because you worked all day. you have your job. I have your son. if I don't nap, you scold me, but if I do, you use it against me; "well, I don't get to nap during the day". I usually don't either, so stop acting like I've got the easy end. I try and make myself as functional and useful as possible to keep myself occupied, but there is too much to do in this house for one person. you don't thank me, you don't offer to help out. I have to cajole and bug, nag you to get so much as a basket of laundry folded.
I wish I could walk of the door for a week. maybe you'd figure out how good I was to you, instead of getting mad at me for asking for help. I doubt it, though.
edit: Trav got up at 6:30 and did what I asked him. I felt bad, because I had set the alarm to do it myself. I felt bad for being mad at him; he didn't know I was that upset. I'm glad he took some responsibility.
I feel bad; he brought me flowers, and he still hasn't got laid from it. not exactly how a healthy sexual relationship should work, right?
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I appreciate every little thing you do more than you realize squish. I like to think i contribute quite a bit more than you give me credit for as well. When i plug out a 60 hr week get up at night to feed and change Ben and perform the Miriad tasks you set before me I never ask for a thank you. Why? Because its the right thing to do. I cant do both of our tasks, and when I come home and the house is clean and the baby asleep and i have clean laundry i say a silent prayer of thanks that I dont have to shoulder both of our tasks. Sometimes i tend to confuse me and you and our dissimilar needs. For that I'm sorry. I shouldn't assume that you have the same needs but I tend to try to treat you like I would treat myself. I can't do this without you and you should know that squish. I love you.
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