I just need a bit of a moan if I'm being honest. I'm feeling pretty low. Sorry if this is a bit long.
I have a lot of health problems, one including decreased bone density and go through spells where I feel quite poorly. I don't tend to let this affect my day to day life where possible, I stay at home with DD who is 1, and run my own internet business.
DH works 9-5 in an office, he loves his job and is doing well.
Anyway, today I slipped and fell down the stairs in our house. I had to go to the hospital this afternoon, had an X Ray and it turns out I have cracked my ribs. Very painful, but nothing they can really do etc.
My mum looked after DD for me while I went to the hospital alone. DH was tied up at work, and I understood that so just got a cab to and from the hospital. My mum stayed with me until DH got back to help me with DD.
Since he has been back, I have just felt devastated and wanted my Mum to come back. Pretty sad when I am 26.
But DH just has no idea how to look after me or the house. We have had issues with this in the past, it arises when I am poorly because obviously this is when I need him to step up a little bit. I do everything in the house, the only thing he does at night is get DD to sleep (he asks to do that as he misses her during the day) and if I'm lucky, he will do the pots.
Anyway, he came in and asked if he could have some money for a pizza if I couldn't make tea. 'Erm, would it be ok for me to order a pizza then, save you making tea?' 'If you want.' 'I didn't draw any money out, do you have any on you?'
Fine. I gave him the money, had to make my own tea however because I have a severe wheat/gluten allergy which means I can't have takeaways.
I made myself a jacket potato, nice and simple. Needed to make DD's pasta.
Asked him if he could get the pasta boiling. 'How much do you put in the pan?'
'How much water shall I put in?'
'How do you know when it's done?'
All of these questions, and when I go in to check on it, he had put the wrong hob on. I am literally doubled over in pain here.
'Shall I just give her some yoghurts instead?'
Erm...No.
Then I ask him if he could dry the dishes, upon realising there is no dishcloth hanging up, goes into the laundry basket and gets out a dirty one and goes to begin drying the pots. I kid you not.
'What are you doing?' I asked in horror.
'There are no clean ones.'
'Have you looked in the dryer?'
'Um...no. Is there one in there?'
'I don't know, have a look!'
He dries half of the pots, takes him half an hour.
By this point it is DD's bedtime, I ask him to get her ready for bed as it's too painful for me to wrestle her into her pyjamas.
DH: 'Where are her pyjamas?'
'I put them in the sitting room.'
'Where abouts though?'
'Can you not just have a look?'
'But if you tell me it will save me time.'
THEY WERE ON THE EFFING SOFA!!
I have had no help whatsoever this evening, and I was only asking for the basics to begin with I think. What makes it hard, is that we have gone over these things a million times. They just don't go into his head. He just stands there with a blank expression on his face, which transforms into confusion when I get upset.
Last weekend it was DD's 1st birthday party, I did two parties for her, and a big breakfast meal. We only have a small house, and both have big families. So to make sure both sides of the family got to celebrate and see her, I had his family round on the actual day for a buffet and cake, I made everything from scratch. The day after, I did the same thing plus kids games for my side of the family. 18 people both days, I did the buffet, shopping, decorations, went for her presents...everything myself. I did it happily, I loved it, but all I wanted him to do was help me clear up afterwards. The cake tray and buffet servers were still waiting to be washed in the kitchen LAST night! I ended up doing them myself after waiting all week hoping he would do them as promised
I feel so upset that I honestly try my hardest to make everything lovely for him, and truly feel that I ask the bare minimum off him. And I am sat alone in bed, miserable with black ribs, while he sits on the X Box after flicking a cloth over the sides.
Truly fed up.
Sorry for such a ridiculous essay.