So this morning my oldest son was up before me, and I got up to what I thought would be a great morning, seeing as my hubby gets to spend a little time with little man in the morning. So if you hadn't guessed it, I thought wrong, my hubby decided to br miserable with me because I didn't get around to going to the grocery store yet this week and pick up ground beef before the sale ended yesterday.
Why is it that whenever I don't get everything done that my hubby feels I should get done then it is the end of the world and I am a huge failure or at least this is how he makes me feel. As well, of course I insult him in his mind saying that he was only at work (just to point out, not sure when I have ever said this, but he claims I have, and do) by pointing out the various items I manage to do with two kids in tow every week. So as a solution I suggest that I run the business one day a week and he gets the two boys for the day. Hubby hasn't given me a positive answer but perhaps that is the way to go, then I can relieve his stress for one day, and he can have an understading of my day maybe just a little more...I'll let you know what he decides...and heres to hoping the rest of the day is better than the start...
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