Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Humping Alone

Happy "Hump Day" to you and yours. Mine will be a lonely one with PC off to visit his boys and SG spending her night with EH. I'll be flying solo until after 8 pm and it'll be nice to have a bit of quiet time.

A solo hump day isn't all that bad, is it? Sure, it's lacking in the pleasant purpose, but let's face it...I could tackle the job on my own. Or...I could wait. Hmmm...what's a girl to do? Decisions, decisions...

I'm not sure how to describe my mood du jour. It's pretty good, no anxiety - but there's this undercurrent that I can't describe well. A bit like being hungry but not really wanting to eat. Conflicted?

My energy level is low and there are some frustrations surrounding me. SG not listening well to me lately, trying to catch up on past due bills, PC considering another major job change, PC thinking the cleaning fairy is supposed to visit or worse that it's my responsibility because I have a vagina (and everyone knows a vagina is required for scrubbing toilets, sweeping, mopping and picking up wet towels.)

The drama is quieted at the moment and leaves me an unfortunate glimpse of my daily life: Work at a lovely job that I adore, but it offers no responsibility, duties or challenges beyond simply being there, come home to a child who is sarcastic and aloof more and more lately, cook a dinner which both PC and SG seem to think magically appears on their plates since no one ever seems to say "Thanks!" for my grocery shopping/menu planning/cooking, clean something in a large condo that is perpetually messier each day - again, a chore PC and SG seem to think occurs by magic since they don't appreciate me scrubbing the toilet, tub, counter, sink, mopping, etc. Basically I feel completely unappreciated to people at the moment.

I hate sweeping and mopping our 100% tile condo. PC hates it too. He hates it to the point that he just won't do it. I tried that. We're on week 2 and it's looking rough. With 2 cats...it's just not pretty. PC is pretending not to notice and I'm on strike.

I work as hard as PC does...which really isn't saying much at the moment since we both have jobs that we can handle with little hard work. Nevertheless, we both work about 40 hours a week. We both MAKE the messes. Why am I the one who has to deal with it?

The problem is PC is used to STBX who never worked a day in their marriage and had nothing better to do than mop. PC and I both feel strongly about me working, so I don't have the luxury of 40 hours a week to dedicate to our home.

Yes, I'm annoyed. Not to mention feeling a bit "taken for granted" by damned near everyone around me.

So....PMS? Probably.

Posted by Red :: 12:30 PM :: | ---------------------------------------