There's so much more to this than a dirty dishcloth, but I've felt exhausted juggling homeschooling, working from home, cleaning and tidying constantly, creating schedules and new routines for the family so that we can fit everything in etc.
DH sees to his own workload and waits for instructions with regards to everything else. If I don't instruct him (which I absolutely hate doing), he sits around scratching his balls, or parents half-heartedly and basically lives half-heartedly.
This week, I have been fed up of giving instructions, so I've stopped. I've stopped cooking most of the meals, stopped doing all the washing, stopped thinking for him at all, stopped all the correspondence between, schools, doctors, the DCs friends.
I have stopped all of this a number of times, but eventually became fed up of everything being done to a minimal, shit, half-hearted standard. So I pick-up again.
I've posted here before.
This time, I just wanted to share a picture of a dishcloth that was hung over the taps, ready for using again tomorrow yesterday evening, after he had washed up. The sink was also full of scum and food.
This is why I do most of the work. And partly because, leaving him to do it and then having to 'tell him' to do it properly every.single.day kills another little piece of my soul.