Ah Sunday, my day of rest! DH and DD to go his mom’s house and spends the day there on sundays, giving me time alone and time to rest up. But before you have visions of me sitting on my ass eating bon-bons and watching TV, let me tell you how this Sunday and every Sunday of mine goes. I do laundry. Then more laundry. Then more laundry. Then I have to clean up, usually 1 or 2 rooms and not the whole house because it’s supposed to be my day OFF. Then I clean up the kitchen. Then more laundry. Then vacuum. Oh, also cleaned the downstairs bathroom. I’m a little pissed at DH right now because I have so much to do. He says he helps out, but if he does WHY do I have so much to do????
This was posted a few weeks ago on the mothering.com board, I loved it so much, might as well post it here:
A father came home and found his three children were outside, still in their pajamas, playing in the mud, with empty food boxes and wrappers strewn all around the front yard.
The door of his wife’s car was open, as was the front door to the house and there was no sign of the dog.
Proceeding into the entry, he found an even bigger mess. A lamp had been knocked over, and the throw rug was wadded against one wall. In the front room the TV was loudly blaring a cartoon channel, and the family room was strewn with toys and various items of clothing.
In the kitchen, dishes filled the sink, breakfast food was spilled on the counter, the fridge door was open wide, dog food was spilled on the floor, a broken glass lay under the table, and a small pile of sand was spread by the back door.
He quickly headed up the stairs, stepping over toys and more piles of clothes, looking for his wife. He was worried she may be ill, or that something serious had happened. He was met with a small trickle of water as it made its way out the bathroom door. As he peered inside he found wet towels, scummy soap and more toys strewn over the floor. Miles of toilet paper lay in a heap and toothpaste had been smeared over the mirror and walls.
As he rushed to the bedroom, he found his wife still curled up in the bed in her pajamas, reading a novel. She looked up at him, smiled, and asked how his day went.
He looked at her bewildered and asked, “What happened here today?”
She again smiled and answered, “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world did I do today?”
“Yes,” was his incredulous reply.
She answered, “Well, today I didn’t do it.”
Still not feeling very pregnant, I layed down in bed for about 30 min because I was tired, felt better after that. Had a few moments of nausea nothing major. Just hoping everything is ok.