Frustrated

I know Randall means well, but sometimes I just want to smack him.

My dad is coming over tomorrow and the only thing Randall has helped me with is to vacuum the living room and mess up Nora's brand new sweater that my mom got her for her birthday.

Here is a run down of all the things I have done since Friday:
* Wrap presents for the kids, Randall, and my family
* Did 10 loads of laundry since Friday
* Cleaned the living room every night
* Cleaned both kids rooms twice
* Address and mail numerous thank you cards
* Sent my resume out
* Cleaned the entire bathroom
* Vacuumed everyday
* Fixed Nora's sweater
* purchased Christmas gifts for Randall's family and myself
* Scheduled Nora's pictures
*And the list goes on and on . . .

When I do ask for help he either does it wrong or half-assed. For example when I ask him to clean the bathtub he sprays it with cleaner and rinses it off. That is not cleaning! There is no way you can get soap scum and mildew off surfaces unless you scrub. The toilet is really starting to get on my nerves too. There are three people in this house that use the toilet - only two of them pee on it - and I am the one who has to clean it - and I'm not the one peeing on the toilet! He spills coffee on my vanity and doesn't wipe it up. His hair is all over the bathroom from shaving and he doesn't bother to clean that either. He leaves towels on the floor. I could go on and on - and that's just the bathroom!

I have forbidden him from doing the laundry because he always messes up my work clothes, or the kids clothes. Today he put Nora's knit sweater in the dryer - after I told him 3 times before he went downstairs that it needs to be lain flat to dry. Plus he put my jeans in the dryer (managed to catch that early) - I have never in the six years we have been together put my jeans in the dryer. I have never put a sweater in the dryer - but somehow this fails to escape his notice. I did have a list in the laundry room of what not to dry - it was ignored and thrown out because all it did was collect dripping laundry detergent.

He lets the kids run around the house with crayons. I spent a good part of my Friday night cleaning crayon marks off the walls and the carpet. Crayons stay in the basement - except of course when Mommy isn't home. This is why the kids have no colorwonder markers left - Randall let them take them all over the house and let them dry out. Now I hide all the markers and only use them when it's me and the kids and I can supervise.

The moodiness is really starting to piss me off too. I know the economy stinks right now. I know he dislikes his job. But I really am tired of hearing about it every single day! How about how was your day dear? or How was school? I want someone to talk to too you know. My poor mom has had to listen to me complain and vent because I can't even get a word in anymore. I'm tired of the negativity!

In the greater scheme of things this is all meaningless - there are people out there that have worse going on in their lives than a husband who is frustrating. But sometimes I want to get my anger out too. Now I'm done and can move on with my day.