This Is What I Do Every Night

I got bogged down in trying to deal with something online for our insurance company tonight. As well as downloading some things I desperately needed to take care of. On my ancient laptop that is 9 years old and used every single day. It was slow. Like Christmas is slow.

And it was hitting close to bedtime.

The kids had been fed. My husband had heated up some leftovers for them. And I sat at the table with them while they ate. Stopped mid process to fix fruit and cut it up. My oldest needed a bath. I told my husband I’d do it. Basically bc he is so short tempered with our oldest son. He seems to have zero patiences and always goes off at the slightest issue. And my oldest was way cranky after school. He hasn’t left his bed since we got him down. I didn’t need them fighting.

Things were taking too long. So I asked him to fill the tub and get him in. I’d come bathe him.

That computer was on AOL in 1992 time. My husband came in seemingly annoyed. Honey, can you just bathe him. He said he’d put the baby down. Then got annoyed when I said he needed meds first and to put on pjs.

I ended up unplugging and going and bathing my son, reading him a bedtime story, and now he’s in bed.

Now this might sound petty, but I’m kinda annoyed. See, I do the dinner, usually bathe both kids, clean up, bedtime stories, uniforms laid out, and everything else...ALONE. AND IN MY 3rd TRIMESTER. Because he’s had to be at work late into the evening after the bedtime routine is done.

He didn’t go to work today. It was one evening. It was one child’s bath. Not both. I usually do both. It wasn’t even cooking. Just heat up leftovers. And you weren’t alone. I was here just in case...And you aren’t on your knees bathing him in the “huge I’m soon to be giving birth” sorta way.

When he was like “what?” I told him sorry to be such a burden. Seemed like it was too much to ask for you to bathe the one child so I could finish this project.

And silence.

No apology.

I wanted to scream that you do realize I do this alone most nights. Everything. After I’ve had a full day too. Only I have a huge stomach and aching back. And I don’t mind. It’s my joy to take care of our kids. And he’s usually great help. But seriously, one night. One bath. One child.

It’s not that hard. 😑