It's finally Friday, and my hubby has no more work to do until the new year. He has worked like a dog since October, finishing off the Edmonton book and deadlines. I have stayed out of his way for the most part, keeping dinner citas lower with missionaries, skipped date nights, temple trips, anything that would pull him away from all the work he needed to do. He would work, eat my home cooked meals and usually put the kids to bed while I get a breather, and then go back to his office until at least midnight.
But it's all over! It's time to party with my love! The kids went to bed at a reasonable hour, the baby included, so I suggested we play a board game together or something! Well that got no response and Facebook seemed to be more important to him.
I've been in my bed reading a book for the past hour, hoping he will come up and see my scanties but no.
Then I can get on the rant that I do all the housework. I do all the cooking. Unless he doctors his own up or doesn't want mine. I do all the laundry. I do most of the childcare throughout the day. I just feel like all these things I'm doing are just expected of me nowadays! When he does do the dishes or watches the kids for me, I make sure I thank him deeply for it. He tells me from time to time im appreciated but, sigh. Am I being unreasonable or needy by any stretch of the imagination?
There are lots of things I could have blogged about how wonderful he is with the kids and listening to me when we have deep talks and other stuff, but I don't feel like writing that today. I feel like I kind of deserve a little attention for being his wife. Not what he can get from it, but what he can give from it.
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