Oh no the hell he didn't!

So, today, after I posted, I had a burst of energy, and decided to do some cleaning.

I moped the kitchen, the bathrooms, the foyer.  I swept, I vacuumed.  I cleaned our bathroom.  Got on my knees and cleaned the tub, the shower.  Made up the bed, straightened up the den. I paid the bills, balanced the checkbook, juggled finances for the day.  I’ve cooked 3 out of 5 days this week.  And I’m not talking about hamburger helper!  I cooked for real: fried chicken, smothered pork chops, collard greens, mashed potatoes, fresh vegetables….you get the point!  And all this with sciatica and on swollen feet.

C-Dub comes home, early.  Tired.  We order in.

He keeps complaining about how tired he is, but then says he’s going to go hang out.

Now, I’ve been home alone all day.  I worked hard to make this house comfortable/clean for him to come home to and spend some time with me.  I’ve been trying to hold conversations with him since he got home, and have gotten a lot of one word answers and silence.  But now, he wants to go and “hang out’?

WTF?

I guess the dirty look I gave him said it all, because he didn’t go anywhere.

BUT:

Now, he has this annoying habit of taking off his clothes in the DEN and leaving them slung over the back of the couch.

The last few days, I have been reminding him on his way upstairs to take his clothes with him.

Now, today, after working so hard to make HIS home comfortable while 9 months pregnant with HIS baby, I just reminded him once again to take his shirt upstairs, because I knew he was going to leave it.

And I’ll be damned!

This m***f*** had the nerve to give me lip!

He said” I worked all day. I’m tired.”

What the F**K does that have to do with taking your damn shirt upstairs?????

“Don’t be bugging me about no damn shirt.”

He kept talking too about how he worked all day.  I think that’s what got me more than anything.

It was like he was implying that I just sat around all day by choice and therefore should be fine with picking up behind him. 

I.Don’t.Think.So.

It hit a nerve with me, because one of the reasons why I got up off my pregnant ass this morning and cleaned was because I feel like I should do something to earn my keep.  BUT DAMN!  I AM STILL 37 WEEKS PREGNANT.  DUE ANYDAY NOW.  I could leave this house a pig sty and refuse to do any damn thing. 

I am trying to be understanding here, I know the stress of getting ready to be a daddy and being the breadwinner might just be getting to him.  But I’ll be damned if I am disrespected in my own damn house.

I have feelings too.  When he was laid off earlier this year, I still cleaned and cooked even though he was home EVERY DAMN DAY. This while working long hours and two damn jobs.

 And he sure wasn’t pregnant!

So I know about working  long hours.  But I wasn’t a damn slob just because he was home all day.

I have to calm down first, but we’re about to have a come to Jesus moment. 

RIGHT. NOW.