I need to rant

[joshandjamie]

In fact I wish there was a topic called: I need to rant. Because sometimes you just need to get it off your chest. You don't need people saying whether you're being unreasonable or not. And you're not even really asking for advice. You just need to have a moan to the internet so that you don't become a complete nagging wife.

You see, my husband was away all of this week for work. This is a regular occurrence. But this time it coincided with end of term, two very grumpy kids and one frazzled mother.

He didn't call or email us all week (well he did leave two voice messages but he was impossible to reach). He didn't even reply to the email about the kids report cards. (In fact he still hasn't even asked to see the reports since he got back.)

He got back yesterday. He was jetlagged and grumpy and tired. So I once again had to cook, wash up, bath kids, do everything while he 'relaxed'.

Today I spent the morning packing bags for the holiday we leave to go on tomorrow. That means packing for me and the kids and getting all the stuff like passports, and insurance, and charging cameras, and making arrangements with neighbours about watering plants and going to the shop to buy long life fish food etc. etc. etc. I did all this with one child who wasn't feeling well and who proceeded to vomit in the garden (thank god it wasn't in the car).

While I was doing this, DH lay sunbathing and in his words 'doing nothing'. I then had to make a lunch ala ready steady cook with the sad remnants that were in our fridge due to pre-holiday clear out. It included BBQing as we at least had some stuff in our freezer. So I raced inside making salad and outside to the BBQ and inside to check on vomiting child and outside to check on food.

We then ate. He wolfed his down and said he had to get to his cricket match. I then got to tidy all the lunch stuff away, finish holiday sorting out before taking the kids to watch their father play cricket.

I've returned home to feed them/bath them again. While he will be having post match drinks.

I would very, very much like to say to him: YOU HAVE TWO WEEKS COMING UP AHEAD OF YOU IN WHICH YOU CAN DO NOTHING. RIGHT NOW, A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE!!!!!!! AND SINCE WHEN DID WE TURN INTO A COUPLE FROM THE 1950s AND WHAT THE HELL WOULD HAPPEN IF I DIDN'T DO ALL THE HOLIDAY ORGANISING OR IF I DECIDED I'D LIKE TO DO A WEEKEND OF SPORT WHILE YOU WATCH THE KIDS. EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND.

And breathe.
That's all. Going to my happy place. Going to my happy place. Going to my happy place.....