I get so tired of that complaint... Here's the deal; you wanted to be a stay at home mom, I reluctantly agreed, have been super supportive, and haven't bitched about damn near anything. But seriously, I'm getting tired of having to come home and cook dinner. I'm tired of moving piles of laundry off of the bed. I'm tired of having to be the one who finally has to give the toilets in the house haircuts. I'm tired of the DVR being 98% full of Real Housewives, the latest "I'm a whore, I'll find my soulmate thru Reality TV!", and any/all of the sixty or so shows from The CW. But like I said, I rarely say a damn thing, because it's just not worth it, and deep down, I really don't care most of the time. HOWEVER, on the rare occasion that I do bring something up, I inevitably get the "I don't have any adults to talk to" or the "I don't have any friends down here" or my favorite, "I've been busy doing laundry ALL DAY!" types of excuses, usually followed by the "I don't have anyone to talk to all day" nonsense. Is it really all that hard to keep up on our little house, laundry, etc so you can have time to go do something?
My family was out of town for ten days recently and on the 9th day -- about the time the smell from the sink became unbearable -- I decided I better clean the house. I actually wanted to test a few things, so I threw a load of laundry in and started cleaning. My house was cleaned top to bottom, entire house vacuumed and dusted, kids **** all put away, garbages taken out, and 75% of my laundry done, folded, and hung up in just over two hours. She actually asked me if I had had the maids come. Boo ya.
tl;dr
I'm sick of the excuses and whining about how long and hard it is to do laundry and keep the house clean, and especially about not having friends to talk to or do stuff with. My inlaws read JF on occasion, and it has come back to bite me a time or two, but imma gon' take my chances on this one. The Trout is fed up.
This. All of it.
For some reason, I'm able to take care of the kids and get **** done, but she can't. I must be Superman. And I'm getting really sick of eating things like quesadillas, corn dogs, or Mac & cheese for dinner every night. Once in a while I can deal with, but not 5 nights a week.
Don't get me started... My house looks like a tornado came through 6/7ths the time. I work 13.5 hour days and have to clear a path every night to get to the couch, and then usually have to clean it off and find the cushions to put back on. I don't leave the damn thing that way on Mondays when I have the kids and she works (that's the 7th, clean day).
My wife isn't lazy by any means and does all those other things us guys don't notice like grocery shopping, doctors appointments, etc. She also insists on cooking a full dinner every night and expects me to eat at 7:30-8:00 when I don't want to (but does it ever get cleaned up afterward?). She also has an infant that keeps her up half the night so mornings are rough to say the least. WTS, I cannot understand why she cannot do the little things that adults are expected to do and also makes the work load so much easier like throwing her effin socks in the laundry instead of by the door, picking up her lunch plate off the floor and rinsing it off while the food isn't hardened on, making the kids eat at the table, making the kids put their pajamas in the laundry or doing it for them while she's getting them dressed, taking a damn diaper out to the trash, putting her purse, diaper bag, pump bag, and work bag on the hanger right by the door where it goes instead of strewn across the floor EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
Oh and BTW Trout, she is astonished at how much faster I clean than her. 20-30 minutes a day is the difference between a disaster and a half presentable pad.