I was super tired last night but instead of doing the safe, smart thing and go straight to bed, I decided to call my husband.
And no surprise, I brought up an upcoming work trip (that we had already discussed) and he gave me his typical "I'm not sure how that's going to work, but I guess we'll make it work" spiel-und-sigh which in most cases I just ignore but then he asked me who was going to watch the kids and I freaked out in my "do you ever have to set up anything or do anything for my work trips other than be home when I ask you?" sort of way.
Granted, most of what followed was just the frustrated ramblings of a tired, pregnant woman who's still trying to workout daily and lug the 3 kids to the pool talking.
Bad combo for under eye bags.
And on most days, I'm extremely thankful, sporting a peachy glow of gratefulness.
But there are moments, like last night, when I get pretty damn tired of having to adjust my entire life to his complicated work schedule.
But most of all, I get sick of being the one who sweats the small stuff, particularly when the other person, who doesn't do most of the sweating, reminds me of all those things that I need to do, but already do all the freaking time.
Take the 20 minutes before we leave the house to go out as a family. Usually he's in the shower or in the bathroom, or performing some sort of "cleansing" ritual like vacuuming up his hair that he just cut a mere 15 minutes before we have to leave the house while I'm throwing clothes on my own body and all the kids, packing up my bag with diapers and games, and getting their shoes on.
Forget how annoying the timing of the shower or bathroom break is. And that my most likely unshowered self just got every single thing ready for us so that we could just walk out the door.
But does he really have to ask me, as we're walking out the door, whether I packed sippy cups, extra diapers, and activities?
"Oh thanks for remembering to remind me of EVERYTHING THAT I ALWAYS DO EVERY DAY!"
How about forgoing the shower and packing the bag for once?
It's never an issue when he's alone with the kids. He runs a fairly tight ship, and I come home to happy, well-fed children, and extremely clean floors and an organized tea cupboard.
But if we're both home, I still bear the brunt of the very detail-oriented parts of the parenting and household duties.
And quite frankly, I'm not sure why.
Is it a man vs woman thing? A SAHM-WAHM-SAHD-WAHD vs WOHM/WOHD thing? What?