I’m feeling like I’m at breaking point. My husband is someone who has always had everything done for him, his mother has admitted she has spoiled him and did too much for him, and it certainly shows. It’s something that springs up every now and again, and when I’m at breaking point he changes, for a short while, but then is back to normal. BUT it is now rubbing off on our son and I just can’t take it anymore.
I work 24 hours a week over nights, I am also studying towards a Law degree, as well as being a full-time Mum! And doing most of the cooking and cleaning.
Why am I at breaking point? There’s loads to say. Yesterday evening for example, I was cooking homemade soup, while it was simmering I decided to finish off painting this bookcase for our new house while my daughter played, my husband works from home and he was done with work for the day but decided to stay on the computer for a while until dinner was ready. At around 6 the soup was ready to blend and I was almost done with the painting so I asked my husband if he would give me a hand, either to blend the soup or to finish the 1 panel of paint. He decided on the soup. He was asking repeatedly in a hurry where the blender was, he couldn’t find it anywhere!!!! He’s the type that opens a drawer, if it’s not directly on the top then it’s not there apparently. Of course I got up, moved our son’s lunch bag and low and behold there it was! Magically appeared out of no where. He goes to blend the soup and it goes everywhere! For some reason then, I can’t remember now, we swapped, he questioned and questioned where to paint even though I explained just this one side to him already but he tends to be distracted by his phone when I talk to him. Then about an hour later, dirty socks on the floor in the lounge, I took them to the washing basket (you’d think we lived in a mansion as it seems to be too far to take washing to the laundry basket in the bathroom upstairs, or the utility). And then while I was clearing our bedroom, he was running a bath for our daughter and just kept disappearing downstairs for some reason not watching the bath. There was something else which I can’t remember and it’s just like it’s one thing after the other. This morning I found the pot of paint, which is a new pot and cost £25, without a lid!!!!! How can you forget to put the lid back on the paint?
Anyway, just an hour ago my son, who is almost 4, was moaning and moaning for his sword, which he was playing with not long ago, but I was in the toilet and I was trying to tell him it was downstairs and to look for it, and he was still whining, when I finished and went downstairs what was right by his feet was the sword!!!! I just can’t take it anymore! Aibu? Or is this all normal?