So I'm still looking for work, which means I'm home all day. Which means I do most of the cleaning, and laundry, and whatnot. Which is fine. HOWEVER. Noodle seems to think that since I'm home now, I should do ALL the home-related stuff. For example, he will have a glass of wine and instead of real quick cleaning the glass out when he's done and putting it away (we can't dishwash them because they're too fragile) he'll leave it on the counter for me to do. He doesn't put his clothes in the hamper, he leaves them on the floor for me to do it. He doesn't put his bottles and cans in the recycling bag, he leaves them on the countertop for me to put away. He will leave glasses on the counters and table. I ask him if he can do things like vaccum the living room (I hate vaccuming with a violent passion) or pick up something from the grocery store on his way home, and I always get "why can't you do it, you're home all day."
Last night, I asked him to take the recycling out on his way to the car this morning. I woke up and it was still there. He wasn't. I called and asked why the stuff was still there. He "forgot". Even though it was right by the door. It was a kind of "last straw" moment for me, so I told him it would still be there when he got home, and that just because I wasn't working didn't mean that he wasn't expected anymore to pitch in with the housework and whatnot. And apparently, that was not okay with him, because now he's sulking and thinks I'm "mean".
Maybe I'm just being really selfish, but I honestly don't think that he shouldn't be expected to pick up after himself anymore just because I'm home all day to do it. That's the kind of sh*t I expect to have to do for my kids, not my grown ass husband. But maybe I'm wrong, and I should be doing everything because I'm not working.
If I wanted to hear the pitter-patter of little feet, I'd put shoes on the cat.
