Tuesday 16 October

I'm so friggin sick of being taken for granted! I'm so sick of no one noticing anything good I do! I know, I sound like such a girl, but hey, I am a girl so it's my prerogative. Last night, Dave gets home from work at, like, 7.30, coz he'd been to the doctors after work, heats up his dinner, tells me my hair looks frizzy, then after he's eaten his dinner, comes and sits next tome on the couch. He says, "I see you brought the washing in from the clothesline. That would've taken about 30 seconds." I just looked at him and said, "Don't start," because this is an ongoing thing with him. Every time I have a day off he has a go at me because he reckons I don't do enough housework. Yesterday I did do the washing that he'd left on the clothesline, plus another load, as well as the dishes and clean the loungeroom and the toilet. I didn't do much else because, dammit, I needed some time to relax and just enjoy my day off.

Then he started going on about how much he did on the weekend, and he brought the whole "looking after YOUR kids on the weekend" thing into it, which I'm really starting to get pissed off about. They pretty much look after themselves anyway. True, they're not old enough to leve on their own, but it's not like they're babies and need feeding and changing and entertaining all the time. They feed, dress and entertain themselves. They make their own breakfast and lunch, even. Then he said it was "interesting" that I have the next two kid-free weekends off, but have to work the weekends we're supposed to have the kids. I'm not happy about it either, even less when I realised he was implying I'd ASKED for those weekends. Like I don't feel bad enough already. I pointed out that I'd cleaned the loungeroom and done the dishes, and after a while he apologised and said he was being a jerk. I might have accepted that, but he does it every couple of weeks. I'm sick of having to justify my days off. I fucking EARN them. I work hard and bring in more money than he does, and my whole job description is looking after other people, so why can't I look after myself on the one day I have off? He got R&R time when he took Paula to the zoo on Saturday. He got to see his mother and his father on Sunday, and take the kids out to McDonalds. I didn't get to do any of that. I got a few hours to myself yesterday, and that was it. He did a few dishes and a load of washing. Wow. I did more than that in ONE day. And I made the selfish ungrateful pig dinner. Oh, but I wasn't looking after someone else's kids. I'm really starting to resent that.