I often wonder what would happen if I came home and did minimal chores and then proceeded to sit in the big ol' recliner with my feet up while my significant other continued to do chores and other house/family related things on his feet for the next 4-5 hours before actually sitting down.
Hell would freeze over. That's what would happen. Because that would never in 300 million bazillion years. Unless I was dead. Or hell froze over.
No need to wonder anymore. People ask me why I stay up so late when I have to get up so damn early in the morning. Well that's because I have to unwind before I go to bed. I can't simply stop what I'm doing at 9 or 10 pm and then go to bed. I need to unwind with a book or some senseless TV or some facebook time. Because being at work all day and then coming home to the stresses of all that and then just going straight to bed doesn't work for me.
I'd love to just come home and relax, but I suppose being a Mommy/wife/homeowner/ cleaning lady/dogowner/homeworker helper/lunch maker/accountant/and whatever else needs to be done, isn't taken into consideration. Such is life.
Don't get me wrong. He does the dishes and walks the dog and reads to the kids while I do the rest. I just wish some days someone would take over "the rest".
I also wonder what goes through his head as he watches me on my feet for those 4-5 hours as he is sitting there with his feet up. And then chastises me for yelling alot ?? wow.. there's some balls. Brass ones. But I guess that's just me being bitchy.