that he place his dirty clothes in the hamper instead of on the floor? Really? 5 years ago

Hubby has been in DC for the past few days. Despite being incredibly pregnant and running after small son, my house is clean. I even vacuumed.

Hmmmmm… 6 years ago

hasn’t been feeling very well. In past years I would roll my eyes and brush it off, except in 2005 he was diagnosed with cancer, which made me feel like a total b*tch. So now I take everything he says very seriously.

this time he’s been feeling very short of breath, like something is wrong with his lungs. Also been having some chest pain. He went to our PCP and she did an EKG and some other tests.

Good news is, he’s PHYSICALLY fine.

But he’s suffering from major anxiety. My poor sweet hubby! He admitted to me that the past year has really been too much for him, with starting his new job, getting cancer, buying a new house, and now baby #2 is on the way.

I feel terrible. The least I can do is pick up his socks and empty seltzer bottles. Anything to make him feel better. Not to say that I’m not stressed as well- I am- but we deal with it differently. I vent. He internalizes. 6 years ago

we’re going to my mom’s in PA for HHD. I know it seems a bit nuts, but I can’t go away for the weekend with my house a wreck. Nothing worse then coming home exhausted from my mother to a messy house. So last night I cleaned the kitchen, washed dishes, did 5 (5!) loads of laundry, cleaned and vacuumd the family room, cleaned the living room and dining room. I would have liked to do the master bathroom, but hubby was sleeping.

Yep, you heard me! Hubby got home at 8 15 last night and ate the dinner that I had cooked for him. At 9 15 he declared Greys Anatomy too depressing and left the family room, where I was folding laundry.

Did he bring his dinner plate to the kitchen? No. Did he grab some folded laundry (hello, this is your pile of underwear here!) and take it with him? No. Did he leave his two empty seltzer bottles on the family room carpet? Yes. And his dress shirt on the couch.

I went to bed at 1 am, really, really pissed off. And determined that if small son woke up at 2 am, it was not my butt that was going to get out of bed. (He unfortunately, did not wake up. I was REALLY looking forward to kicking hubby out of bed at 2 am. Damn it.)

This morning he was all, ” Aw look, mommy cleaned the whole house while we were sleeping!” Yes, she did, you bastard, and she would freaking LOVE to one night be able to go to sleep at 9 30 pm.

It’s not fair. Why am I the only one that feels a responsibility to keep the house up to health standards??? And he was home early last night. It’s different when he works til 10 or whatever, I’m not resentful then, but to eat dinner and then leave me with a pile of crap to do? What the hell?

I pick up small son at 6 15. I make dinner, give the little one his medicine and his nebulizer (which is NOT EASY if he decides to fight me), give him a bath, put him to bed.
Then at 8 pm, I get to maybe sit and eat, or more likely run around and do chores while eating.
I almost never, ever, get to bed before 11. So when hubby comes home at 8 or 9 and complains how exhausted he is, then eats and goes right to sleep, YES, I’m irritated. Hello? I’m tired too! 6 years ago

I have to say, there is nothing funnier than watching hubby frantically scrambling through his underwear drawer. He is always convinced that somewhere there is another pair. Except yesterday, there wasn’t.

After I stopped laughing, I told him to just tell me when he’s running low. I’ll do the freaking whites! So I did the laundry last night and now he has (clean) underwear again.

Poor, poor hubby.

He worked like crazy last week but this week it’s been pretty slow for him. Slow meaning he’s come home at 9 pm instead of 2 am.

So I haven’t complained about any lack of household chores on his part. He took the trash out when I asked. And he was so genuinely pleased and thrilled that I cooked and made tacos last night for dinner. 6 years ago

I was pulling a little passive -aggressive on hubby about the whole laundry situation, to see if he’d step up and do his own crap.

Sat was a terrible day. Pregnancy sickness out of control. After I put son to bed, hubby asked if he could do anything for me. I said, not really. (I mean, he can’t stop me from throwing up, unforch).
And he goes ” Would it help if I did the laundry?’

Hella YEAH! Hubby steps up! So I go to bed! and hubby promises he’ll do the laundry and clean up. So sweet, he leaves some lemonade and saltines on the bedside table.

Now, I had started the laundry. Small son’s clothes were in the washer. Darks were in the laundry room. The whites (because remember, I was NOT going to do them) were still in our bedroom.

Hubby comes to bed at 1 am.
When small son wakes up at 6, I pull open his dresser drawers to find an outfit and see… nothing. So I bring the peanut downstairs in his pj’s for breakfast. While he’s snacking on cheerios and “nana” I check the laundry room. Son’s clothes are clean, stuffed in his hamper unfolded. The darks are in the dryer. The WHITES ARE NOWHERE TO BE FOUND.

That means in the 5 hour window from when I went to bed til hubby joined me, he did a load and a half of laundry. But not the whites.

You have GOT to be kidding me.

Men, take a lesson here. Do not piss off your pregnant, sick wife. Otherwise, you’ll be backed into a corner, forced to buy somehting incredibly expensive.

Since hubby doesn’t have a drivers license, I had to run errands all day yesterday. And it was 100 degrees outside. Dry cleaning. Supermarket. I kept having to stop the car to throw up. Hubby felt terrible. Nothing like gaining sympathy because you’re throwing up in the Costco parking lot. (Seriously, very, very embarrassing. One guy kept asking me if I was ok, and I was like “please just GO AWAY.”)

At one point, at home, hubby asked if I was ok.

OMG, did I freak out. Told him, NO, not ok! Don’t tell me you’re going to help and then not help! All he did was delay housework by a day. I burst out crying. (I was REALLY sick yesterday, I think I was crying more from “please please stop me from throwing up for 5 freaking minutes” then from undone laundry.)

THEN he helped. He did the whites. He helped clean up the kitchen. He emptied the dishwasher. He took out the trash. Emptied the fridge of dubious “leftovers”. Made me toast and herbal tea. I folded clothes and he put them away. He let me take a nap and kept small son occupied for two hours.

And then later, at the mall, he stopped at Bailey, Banks and Biddle and bought me GORGEOUS 1/2 carat bezel set diamond stud earrings which I am wearing right now.

So I guess my point is, he did the whites.

LOL6 years ago

Is it too much to ask that when he invites company over that he help me get ready for them? 6 years ago

so hubby got home at 9 30 last night. I made him dinner.
Later, he’s watching TV and I’m unpacking stuff. And doing laundry. And cleaning up his dinner.
And about 11:30 pm, I start cleaning up, shoving things in garbage bags, kicking empty packing boxes down the stairs towards the garage. On my third trip loaded down with stuff, I looked at hubby, stretched out and comfy, and said,
“You know, sweetie, sometimes you’re a real a-hole.”

He helped me fold the laundry. 6 years ago

Poor hubby practically worked all weekend. And just when he thought he was ok for one night, he got called in.

So when I came home from the NYC meetup so he could go to the office, I really wasn’t upset to see the wreckage I needed to clean. I mean, my poor exhausted love! Called in on a Sunday night.

I took my time, and cleaned everything up. including scrubbing the bathroom. And waited up for hubby, who came home at 2 am.

He thanked me for cleaning. 7 years ago

I lost my credit card. OK, not really, I have misplaced it somewhere in our apartment. But the apartment is a WRECK and so I can’t find anything.

Hubby has come home pretty early the past 3 nights, before 8 pm. So this morning, utterly frustrated that the dishes (from his dinner) aren’t washed, and his dry cleaning is all over, and the bathroom is gross, and running half an hour late because hubby took a 40 minute shower (WHAT does he do in there?) and where the HELL is my credit card- I just lost it and broke into tears.

Why can’t he SEE that I need help? 7 years ago

I went away this past weekend to visit friends. Hubby unfortunately had to work so he couldn’t go. When my son and I came back on Sunday (hubby already back in the office) the apartment looked like a tornado struck it. Seltzer bottles everywhere. Empty food containers. Dishes in the sink. Clothes everywhere. Trash overflowing. And WOW did it need to be vacuumed. It took me HOURS to clean everything up. He’s just one person!! Is it so hard to put empty bottles in the recycling bin? Terribly difficult to bring your shirt/shoes to the bedroom instead of leaving them on the sofa?

At least he appreciated the clean up. I saw him this morning and he said the apartment looks amazing. (NO, it just looks clean. But thanks, honey)

This is a really hard goal. I’m trying not to get so mad, I understand that he works really hard, but I work full time also plus I take care of our son. I would love for one day not to have to clean up after hubby. Or at least not have to clean up so much. 7 years ago

Hubby came home relatively early last night so I could go out. When I came home at 1 am, his dinner dishes were still out, our son’s toys were all over the floor, the trash and recyclables were piled high, and his work clothes were thrown on the sofa. By the way, he was still awake, reading.
But one minute after I got home, he went to bed, leaving me in the middle of a mess.
So at 1 am, in full makeup and high heels, I’m dragging the trash to the compactor room, cleaning the apartment and washing dishes.
Seriously, not cool at all.

I let him know this morning that it was so inconsiderate to just leave everything like that. He apologized. I’m still sulking a little. 7 years ago

Poor hubby has worked non stop for the past few days. I miss him. It’s terrible. BUT…

the apartment has been spotless. 7 years ago