First of all my husband is Day in and day out amazing but today for whatever reason he just did not give a shit about anyone.

We moved into our house in December and he’s always doing housework and yard work. Leaving at 3:30 am to make sure to be home by 2:00 to do house work and be home when I get home from work and daycare pick up at around 4:30.

Last week I had terrible diarrhea and took off 2 days of work and went to urgent care where I was given antibiotics for a bacteria infection. Magic pills because the next day I was 100% better so I went to work. Now by the end of work Friday my cough began with a vengeance. Luckily it was the weekend so I suffered 2 days of it and went to urgent care again to check for strep throat. Free and clear as being just a cold. I went to work today because I have parent teacher conferences and it would be near impossible to reschedule so many. Came home with now a nonstop congestion and voice completely shot and plopped myself in front of the fireplace with my box of tissues and planned on staying there.

My husband made my daughter a can of soup and applesauce. Perfect. I have not appetite or entering to be making dinner. Then he started with the sass. He looks at my pile of maybe 5 tissues on the fireplace and started going in on how he has never used a tissue in his life and he doesn’t understand why I have so many. 1. I told him to not criticize how I’m choosing to cope with being sick and 2. Asked him what he does when he has a runny nose. He said he just sniffles it or goes in the bathroom and uses toilet paper if he needs to. Sorry. Im not getting up and down 30 times to walk to the bathroom just to blow my nose. I’ve been very conscience about picking up my tissues as well. It’s not like I have been leaving them places. And if one did it’s definitely because I didn’t notice it was left behind.

Fast forward to bed time. The icing on the cake. I asked him if he could put our 3 year old to bed. Double checked that it was fine. She is screaming for mommy cuddles- a typical response, because I’m typically the one who does the routine to begin with. He comes down all huffy saying -fucking kids man and sits on the couch pissed off because she is so upset. After a good 5 minutes, I said I should probably check on her and he just replies whatever....

come to go upstairs. She is not in her pajamas, not in her nighttime pull-up. Yes she is upset that I wasn’t there but he also completely set her up to fail. The first things she wails is that daddy missed all the steps. No brushing teeth, no bathroom try, no changing into pajamas, and she said he gave her no kisses. I was/am so livid. I got her through all the steps in less than 10 minutes in damage control and later with her another 5–10 minutes. Told her that I was really sick and that I was going to leave her in bed and that I promise I’ll see her first thing in the morning and she was totally fine sleeping on her own. Voiced that she’d be lonely but she’d see me in the morning.

Long rant because nothing that I say to him is going to change what happened. It’s like he wanted to fail so that he wouldn’t be asked again—- which he won’t. He’s simply not going to be allowed now. As in he’s not going to get the satisfaction of having the choice not to. I’m choosing it now.

Long rant. Just so pissed off right now and not looking forward to fighting off the remainder of this cold without any sort of sympathy whatsoever.