Sayonara Slave Labor

A few weeks ago I went on strike -- hubby had pushed me to the edge with his inconsiderate chauvinistic ways. I am very used to this behavior and I do call him on it when he crosses the line. But here's why I was so mad...

I recently got a part-time job outside of the house. So somtimes I get home after hubby and sometimes I work on the weekends. This particular incident began on a Friday afternoon while we were both home. I had to work Saturday and Sunday so Friday was the bulk of our quality time.

He went to go chop firewood at a friend's house while I stayed home, namely because he never asked if I wanted to go. He was gone for about two hours. He then came home to unload and stack the firewood, took a shower, took a nap, wolfed down dinner and off he went to play his LAN game. So much for quality time!

Saturday rolls around and off to work I go. I get home and we chitchat about our days for a few minutes. He then asks me when dinner is because he's starving. This got me a little mad since I had something out for dinner which he could easily have made. There were hamburgers pre-shaped; all he had to do was just throw them on the grill!

I head off to make dinner, change, wash-up etc. When I enter the kitchen I see dishes in the sink from his lunch-fest, as well as spilled coffee on my counter and a recycling bucket very close to over flowing (SEE HALL OF SHAME FOR PHOTO EVIDENCE).

Now I'm mad on Saturday about Saturday and being mad about Friday enters back into my brain.

Here comes Sunday. Dinner was spaghetti. Just before we sat down I tell him HE might want more cheese since I just bought a new chunk that I haven't grated. He says "there's not enough" I go to the fridge to get the new chunk. For some reason the wrapper would not come off and I was struggling at the counter for a few minutes. I finally open it, grab the hand grater and sit down.