I spent the morning cleaning the office and honestly the whole house before going to work today because I knew my husband had class tonight and would appreciate a clean desk to work at. I took a few minutes with the littles to make him a card and make sure it was where he would find it when he sat down at the computer and hoped it would make his day. I went to work myself in the afternoon and helped everyone with their problems came home and took the toddler from him. I kept the toddler quiet and away from him during class brought him food when it was ready and cleaned the kitchen whilst dealing with a miserable 2 year old who I then bathed and when it was time for bed I dared to ask for help locating the binkie we can’t go to sleep without. I just got an “I don’t know where it is, why should I know where it is? Class was long over at this point but he still wasn’t helping. I couldn’t find the binkie so I ran to the store while my mom watched the baby. My husband didn’t even notice I left the house. I walked past him with the baby who was super cranky at this point and lay him down and then my husband walks up to me and asks what’s my problem? Like he’s just blissfully unaware of the last hour of chaos I’ve endured after a long day doing… well, everything. He tells me to just go to bed like that will fix it and somehow the things I didn’t get to this morning will just magically get done.

He thinks he’s doing it all because he’s working and going to school but I am feeling the weight of everything else. I discovered the load of laundry he put in “for me” was a load of just his clothes - I don’t know if this was intentional or not but I died a little inside. And now I have to go congratulate him because he did something he “didn’t have to do”.

Lud - pray for me.