My husband does ALL his own laundry.
I used to do his but he complained that I didn’t put it back in his drawers neatly enough. So then I put it on his chair in the bedroom .
Then he complained about that, so I stoppped doing any of his laundry.
He also complained that I was too fussy about the kitchen, that I was uptight and “had issues” . That i nagged the children to put their dishes in the dishwasher ( I know !!! Call childline )
So I stoppped washing his dishes or putting them in the dishwasher .I have a section of the worktop where I pile up the mound of dishes and chopping boards that are created from the endless amount of snacks he makes.
That was 4 years ago. I suspect he regrets it now.
He also complained that I made too much fuss about Christmas, that i was uptight and had issues .
I used to do EVERYTHING. Bought and wrapped all gifts, including my own. Sent all cards. Did trees and decorations . Planned , shopped and cooked and cleaned up after all meals. Entertained his very large family. He didn’t even look after our 3 small children while I did this BTW.
One Christmas Day was the last straw. I spend most of the day in the kitchen , tidying up and looking after the kids. He sat on the sofa all day , drinking with his family, being the big “I am” and joking about me and my “issues” and how I didn’t know how to relax .
So I told him on Boxing Day that since I had done the last 12 Christmases , he could do the next 12 . Because I realised that he was right and I was wrong, it was easy and no big deal, that I needed to chill out and relax like him. I thanked him for pointing out my mistakes.
So guess what ?
No cards were sent out.
No gifts were bought ( just as well I’d bought some for the children and hidden them ) . He went out to the pound shop on Christmas Eve and got them stupid things that he passed off as “ joke gifts “. Kids were not amused. ( they are too old to believe in Santa BTW )
No gifts were bought and sent to his family.
No guests were invited , especially his family.
Christmas dinner was one course - chicken with potatoes and veg . He didn’t do gravy or any of the usual trimmings except pigs in blankets. It was dry and lukewarm and the kids didn’t eat it. He got annoyed ( not very chilled and laid back, I observed ).
I relented on the tree and decorations because I love them and he wasn’t going to do then. I realised that having the house look Christmassy mattered more to me and the kids .
And I discovered that he was right. Christmas was SO much more relaxed when I sat on the sofa all day with a glass of something fizzy. Sadly only one glass as I had to work that evening but even still.
No wonder men love Christmas - now I know I’ve been doing it wrong all along . It will be even better when he buys and wraps the gifts, decorates the house and entertains 23 members of my family .