Husband, I'm Tired Too
Oh, how amazing it is to be a stay at home mom. Waking up every day, doing the same thing over and over. Trying to keep the house clean while two tiny tornados come right behind you and destroy it. Cooking dinner while juggling the two toddlers in the bathtub and the crying baby in the living room. Getting the toddlers into bed and settled. One more hug, One more kiss, One more "Mommy I need to tell you something", all of this while the baby continues to cry in between you putting the pacifier back in her mouth, because who the hell could do all this with a baby in your arms.
You're doing all of this and where is your husband? He's on the flippin' couch.
This is a sneak peek of how most of my evenings look, and most nights I'm fine with it. But, there are nights I'm internally boiling with rage as I'm cleaning up catapulted food off the wall while being summoned by screams from multiple directions; the girls in the bathtub and the baby in her swing, which is right in front of my husband!
Now, let me say my husband does work very hard threw out the week; and some weekends. He works 12+ hours a day as an Industrial Cleaner, and for those of you who may not know what that entails, it is hard manual labor most days. Since he is the sole breadwinner in the house, I try to keep the house clean, food cooked and everything in order on the home front, and I think that's how it should be. He works, I stay home and take care of the house and kids.
But sometimes I will be juggling my nightly tasks and he will ask me to do little things like to get him a drink, get him a snack, make his plate; and again, most nights it may annoy me but its not to big a deal. But, sometimes I'm thinking, "can you not effing see I'm drowning right now? Can you not get off your a** and walk 5 ft to the refrigerator and get something to drink?". I'm only one person. I can only do so much at once.
I get tired too. No, I did not get up at 4 am. I did not shovel, water blast, or drag 300+ pipe around. On the other hand, I don't get up and go to a job. I wake up and I go to sleep at my job. I take my job everywhere I go. Somedays, I'm exhausted!
This is something my husband does not understand sometimes. If I even mention how tired I am, the response I get is, "welcome to my life" or, "how do you think I feel" or my favorite, "how?". Like, are you serious? He doesn't understand that he gets to clock out. He gets to come home and do nothing if he chooses. I don't get to do that! He thinks if I want to sit around all day since I am home all day, I can. Boy, oh boy, do I wish.
What I'm getting at is that I love my husband, but somedays I want to smash a dirty diaper in his face.