Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!! [A Rant]

Why do I always end up putting the child to bed that doesn't sleep? Okay, not so difficult to work out since I'm the only one that does put the children to bed. I average about three hours sleep a night and it's been this way for quite some time.

I say to him, "How come I never end up having any sleep." Do you know what his response was???

"I work."

Excuse me? What the fuck is that supposed to mean? What, in buggery, does he think I do all day? Can he not see that our five month old is teething and just will not settle? Has it escaped his attention that Lissy-Bean is starting her terrible twos early and is a full time job in herself?? Hasn't he noticed that I'm having my first period since we concieved Oliver and I am in no mood to be fucked with.

Not only that, my evenings are spent, up into the small hours, setting up my own business (whicn easily has the potential of becoming our largest income).

I fucking work indeed. I'm absolutely fuming.

The comment that made me most cross, when I asked him what he thought I did all day was him saying, "Look at the state of the house!". Well, stupid, pick your bloody crap up off the floor then. I don't see any of my mess laying around!! What is this, the 1920s? Am I seriously expected to do everything??? If you marry someone that isn't terribly tidy, don't expect them to suddenly be tidy the moment you put a ring on their finger.

Is he so stupid to not notice the things I do do? Does he not notice the bills get magicly paid and that his clothes appear in his wardrobe clean, from being dirty and laying on the bedroom floor? Doesn't he taste the home cooked food of an evening? Doesn't he notice his children are healthy, intelligent and happy? How does he think his sandwiches for him to take to work appear in the fridge every morning? In fact, how do the groceries even get into our house?

Okay, Mr Perfect, you may go out to work, but what do you contribute to this household other than a financial sense? Ah, you come home, eat dinner, grump and whinge (usually about the boat and how he wants to do this, that and the other and what he wants to buy this week that essential to it) before falling asleep for the night either in the rocking chair or on the sofa. Okay, sometimes he manages to load the dishwasher. Wowweeee.

Last Friday, I went out to two shops (one of which being Tesco to go the grocery shopping) and he was on the phone screaming about how long I'd been out and he the children were, "Doing his head in". Uh huh, he can't manage, hmm?

So, Mr 20s Husband. Piss the bloody fuck bastard off. I'm a very good mother and a good wife. If you don't like things the way they are, piss off.

I'd love to be one of these magic Anthea Turner types who can whip their houses into a show home but I'm not. I'm very happy with who I am and will not be changing. Nope.

In fact, just bugger off!