I do not usually hold my husband up for public vilification, but I am SO done with his behavior today. For the past few weeks, you know since I found out I was pg, he has been wandering around the house like he is in shock. He snaps at the kids, he isn't meeting their needs, and even though he THINKS he is doing stuff around the house, he is really only doing token things to appease me, while the house sinks deeper into filth.
That's right. Filth. My floor is so dirty things stick to your feet when you walk. The dishes go 2 or 3 days before being washed. The laundry is literally piled up everywhere, clean AND dirty, and to top it off, the dog has been having some health problems, and has peed on the sofa and our bed this week because he didn't let her out in a timely fashion. We cloth diaper, and he hasn't been washing the diapers (his chore since DD was born) more than once or twice a week. We have twins. With food issues. That means frequent REALLY NASTY F****in diapers that make the bathroom and hallway STINK!
I have always had a problem being in the kitchen or bathroom when pg. It has happened twice before. My nose and stomach can't take it. During the day I run in, get the kids prepackaged food, and run out. I try to start dinner, but he usually ends up finishing it because I get too dizzy to finish. Then he leaves the food all over the kitchen. Over night!! This morning I walked into the kitchen to find dried crusty dinner all over the table, as well as the plates the kids ate off of. 2 were on the floor where the twins had tossed them. The uneaten food I left on the stove for him had been left out overnight as well. Unrinsed plates are piled on the counter and in the sink. Toys, laundry, and books are everywhere. I can't walk without tripping. I can't take it.
Over the long weekend he was supposedly going to clean up the kitchen and both bathrooms, and get the toys organized. He spent the weekend moping, on the computer, and sitting on the floor while the kids beat the crap out of one another looking totally lost and confused. On Tuesday he admitted to being overwhelmed and said he wished Mary Poppins would just swoop in and fix our house. I wanted to slap him. I feel like I already have a fourth child at this point. Especially when he gives me these accusing little looks. No dear, you are right. I'm not pulling my weight. I am just laying here, exhausted to the very core of my being. It isn't as if I were pregnant, nursing twins, and trying to keep up with an energetic 4 year old. Between the nausea, dizziness, all over lethargy, and day long headaches I am trying like hell to keep the kids from killing each other. The twins are so covered in bite marks it is hard to find unbruised skin. My older child has started hitting the babies because they won't stay off of her, and is now spending a lot of time in her room away from everyone. TV is our only consolation in the afternoons, and it is now on from like 2pm until they sit down to dinner.
But you know, HE has to go to WORK everyday! He is up every night with the twin who won't sleep through the night so we can finally be night weaned. Then he has to drive an hour in nasty traffic to get to the office everyday, and sometimes even worse coming home. Yeah, I get it. I was the sole bread winner during my first pregnancy, and during my second he got layed off again. We lived off the severance package he got during my last trimester because the school year had ended. I understand the pressure, but I am certainly not going to feel sorry for him. truly I want to tell him to stop acting like a whiny little girl and man up but I think he might cry if I did.