So I spend the late morning and early afternoon cleaning my house--dishes in dishwasher, clothes gathered, sorted and put in washer, all common areas swept, vacuumed and picked up, kids got their rooms back in order as I did ours. Then husband comes in from doing the final, we hope, yard mowing of the year and takes a shower, and leaves his dirty smelly clothes laying on the floor, as well as his old grassy shoes. So I say "Are you going to take those to the laundry room and put your shoes up?" and he looks at me, grabs his stuff and stalks off, slamming the front door behind him when he takes his shoes back out to the garage. So when he comes back in, I try to apologize and let him know I didn't mean to p*** him off, and he just looks at me again and says, " I'm just doing what I was told to do," tells the baby (5 yrs. old) goodbye and walks out to go to work.
I give up.
I'm not even supposed to be doing the half of what I am doing around here on orders of my physical therapist--apparently something is all out of whack with my hip joints--it's the best way I can explain it without going into 3 pages of details- and I am not supposed to climb or lift anything. Yet I am doing whatever I can, with the help of the boys mostly, mainly because it drives me nuts to sit day after day. And I am getting ready to go to the grocery store--if I can get up the nerve to even attempt the store the Saturday after Thanksgiving. It may end up waiting until Monday after I get done with therapy.
So what is the deal? Does he want to be waited on and picked up after, because I am not his mother, and one would think after he sees the house is clean, he would want to keep it that way. Or did he just not notice? I'm used to that, but still.......it's not like I sat on my butt--or the kids either---while he was mowing.
To heck with it. Maybe there was something in my tone, but how exasperating is it when you have worked your tail off and no one respects it? I'm sure we'll get over it in no time, but right now it is still fresh and aggravating......
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