Grumping

I am such a whiney brat, but hey, that's why I have this blog, right?

I am so sick and tired of dh not helping me out around here. I understand that he works and that is his main job, but would it really kill him to take the garbage out or put his shoes somewhere that I won't trip over them and hurt myself when I walk through the entryway? I mean, come on! For example...today is garbage day. Last night I asked him to take the garbage can and recycling to the curb on his way out the door. I usually do it on Wednesday nights, but didn't feel well last night. This morning, I wake up and see that he hasn't done it. I mean, how hard is it to move the stupid garbage can from the side of the house to the end of the driveway? Most of the time, if he does do that, he never takes the recycling down also. I am the one who has to take the trash from the house out to the big can, and I do the recycling. If it was up to him, everything would go in the trash (we don't have room for recycling to be in the garbage). Ugh! I can't take care of the inside of the house, and the yard and everything else all on my own. I feel like I do it all...house, yard, taking the kids to their activities, lessons, friends' houses, all the household shopping, not to mention my church responsibilities. He comes home from work, isn't hungry for the dinner I have made because he got something at a fast food place on the way home, and then sits on the couch and watches TV or plays on the computer all freaking night. Then, he complains that I haven't gotten the laundry finished or that the house is messy, or I forgot to pay a bill or something. FREAK! Get up off your butt and do it yourself!!!! He is always making jokes about how I have clutter around or I pile papers and lose things...guess who else does that same stuff? HIM! He wonders why I want more kids when I "can't even handle the ones we have." Well, maybe it is because I am so overwhelmed with everything else, that the kids issues sometimes push me over the edge. Ugh! If I mention this to him, he asks if I am taking my medicine, or says that my main job is the house and kids, his is to go to work, or is completely condescending and pats me on the head and laughs it off. I swear, sometimes, if it weren't for the kids, I wouldn't have anything worthwhile. I mean, ten years of marriage have gotten me fat and more depressed than ever. Woo hoo.