Not the best weekend
So it hasn't been the best weekend. The last several have been amazing since I've gone hands off with just about everything. And I expect that not every weekend will be golden--I just want to vent.
I dare say, I was quite pissed at my husband today. I'm shocked to write the words myself. I really just don't get pissed at him often, and I typically respect him as a parent. But this weekend I was just like WTF.
We did some shuffling of things around our house since the last time the kids were over, and we now have the bigger bedroom. The kids (four altogether when all are here) tend to take over common spaces, so we gave ourselves a better space to retreat to. So all weekend he's hid up in our bedroom with me. I'm super sick, likely with strep (so not going for an ER visit on the weekend), so I didn't go to work and was just resting. That means every time I start to doze off I've got a kid (not mine) coming to ask a question. That means, while they took over the entire downstairs for the weekend, it was fucking trashed. Just a bunch of little things. Only my 16 year old daughter was home this weekend, but she spent a lot of time with her bestie and wasn't around. Finally this afternoon I said, "Maybe your kids would like it if you spent more than five minutes with them?" Because if he would have been present with them and left me the hell alone to rest and nap while not feeling well, he would've been on top of garbage and wrappers getting tossed on the floor, dirty dishes in the living room and so on.
He did make them clean it up, but I was still mopping floors and helping put my home back to rights this morning, while all I wanted to do was lay back down. I'm wiped. It's like get up for 15 minutes and do something, sit down and rest, get back up again.
Ok, that is all. Thanks for listening.