Tuesday, August 03, 2010

I just want to go to bed too, honey but dishes don't do themselves.

This is a rant.
Once it's out of my system, I can move on.
I understand that I will always be the one who takes care of most of what folks call the mundane things in life.
I will always be the one who cooks.
I will always be the one who prepacks for trips.
I will always be the one who will do the dishes.
Fine. I was a girl scout. I am anal retentive. I get it.
I married a man who is the complete opposite and I knew what I was getting myself into.
But every now and then it just gets to be too much.
I understand my lot in life.
I accept it.
What I don't like is when I'm told, "I'll take care of it."
Because in the end, I am the one who takes care of it.
That statement usually comes out after I make a statement about how there is so much to do or that in today's example, how a fellow mom suggested I go upstairs and decompress while DH and her watch the kids.
I kindly responded, "If I go upstairs, I'm not going to decompress. I'll see the house a mess and start cleaning that up while figuring out what to make for dinner. Essentially night time parenting will begin and I won't have a free time to decompress until everyone is asleep. For now, it's nice to sit here and watch the kids play."
That's when I heard, "Relax. I'll take care of cleaning up."
It's just the act of the flippant phrase that ticks me off the most.
It's as if it's no big deal and that it will get done so why bother.
And it's so nonchalantly used that it's as if he says it to say it.
I know he means it but actions speak louder than words.
I'd much rather he not say anything and not do anything than say something and not do anything.