This is boring but I'm venting some mild spleen.
I'm a student / SAHM. DH works as a solicitor. He wouldn't quibble the fact that we both put in our hours of work.
But why at the weekend, am I the one still grafting away, doing all the usual chores whilst he has a nap on the lawn? It really gets my goat that I work seven days a week and he works 5.
And why, when I ask him to help, does he gets shirty, saying I don't ask nicely and I'm not a nice person because of this. I can sound irritated because I have to keep asking him and it's not like any of the work I'm doing is new to him.
Now, he gets ratty when he has to ask DS to do the same thing over and over so he should understand where I'm coming from with my irritation.
Sigh. I've just asked him to do something and because I didn't ask nicely, we've had a row and he's just stomped off upstairs to bed. And DS is running after him, trying to get him to read a story.
AIBU to go on strike? Or do I have PMT? This is a prehistoric, childish concern, isn't it?