He gets it, finally.

I’m a SAHM. We have 5 kids. I’m also pregnant and a care giver to my disabled mother. My husband works full time. We own a restaurant chain. He’s got no days off. So I don’t even complain often about doing the whole house and kid thing on my own. Anyway, some days- he doesn’t understand how exhausted I am. He never complains about work, never complains about gardening and outdoor things. Our kids help where they can and should. Anyway, lately I’ve been irritated with the extra work he’s been doing. Opening yet another location or buying another food truck. Anyway, I lost my shit and stopped cooking dinner for a few days. Let the laundry back up. Cried about it. Lol he didn’t get it!! He didn’t understand how I wouldn’t have time because I’m home. So he did it for us and he cooked dinner. But still!!-

I wasn’t getting the emotional connection or words that he gets how this can become overwhelming and repetitive for me. Or understands my upset on some days.

Fast forward to today, I have Covid. I’m sick and resting. The house is a wreck. The kids are home quarantining from school. I find this man distraught, short tempered, irritable, practically in tears- scrubbing the bathroom mirror.

“What’s wrong, babe...Are you upset?” I ask.

He says, “I’m just wearing your shoes today, the boys are rolling their eyes at me, there’s two pieces of ripped paper in the hallway and nobody has picked them up- not even me (🤣🥴) and people have walked over it- A LOT!! There’s nothing to cook, I have to go to the grocery store now, laundry is taking forever, and I’m just not happy. I get how you feel now!”

Of course he wouldn’t understand me- he’s never had to do what I do.