A typical work day for me is 8am-7pm at night.
Sometimes it is longer, and very rarely it is shorter.
I drive a 30-40 minute commute home.
Once I'm home, I then fight for a parking space on my very crowded street.
...and yet my landlord's grandson has space for an unregistered boat trailer. Oh, how that infuriates me!
By now it's approaching 8pm. I'm dragging my feet down the street and up the drive way.
My brain is contemplating what I could cook for dinner that would allow me to eat quickly.
That's when I open my front door and find my fiancee sitting on the couch playing Grand Theft Auto.
Every night I walk into that, he looks at me like I caught him with another woman!
A deep breath and a scowl later, I hug my mushy and make my way into the kitchen
I cook dinner, clean up best I can, eat, and then lay in bed to try and get baby girl to sleep.
The point of this post isn't to complain.
I'm making a point that my fiance did nothing wrong, and yet I hate him for this.
In fact, he's helping me. He picked up Mushy from daycare, changed her, and watched her.
He's doing all of this while I am pursuing my "career" and making some overtime.
He also works a full time job. I just thought I'd mention that. We ain't paying day care for nothing!
While I know all of this is true, I still want to throw the TV at his head whenever I walk though the door.
This isn't something that bothers me and I keep inside.
Well, maybe 3 out of 5 nights a work week I do.
This is something that we argue about constantly.
I'll ask him when is it my turn to take a break or why am I responsible for all of this?
He always responds with the same answer, "I appreciate what you do, but I didn't ask you to".
Oh, how that line infuriates me further! I mean, if I don't do it, who will?
I need to take a step back, and stop punishing him for stuff that is out of his control.
He does manual labor all day, and maybe he does deserve a few hours on the couch.
I should appreciate the stuff he is doing that many women don't have the luxury of having done for them.
Maybe I need to remember how he surpised me with a cooked meal on my arrival 2 days ago?
Or, I should remember that the new jewelry box he got me yesterday so my necklaces won't get tangled?
And, maybe I need to think about how my life is so busy because of all the things I add to my schedule?
The truth is, even if I had time to relax, I probably wouldn't because that just isn't me.
Maybe I'm just jealous that he has the ability to sit down and do absolutely nothing.
Do you blame someone for things that aren't their fault?
**This week, stay tuned for posts to follow in relation to this: "How to make time for yourself" and "How to diffuse an argument before it starts".**