Thursday, June 28, 2012

I never claimed to be a clean freak


Let's face it I'm in no way June Cleaver.  I hate housework. I do it sparingly. Yet for some reason the hubs thinks a woman's worth is her ability to wait on him hand and foot and keep house and keep the kids out of his hair and get dinner on the table and then be ready to do gymnastics in the bedroom. WTF is wrong with this mother fucker?  I know he was dropped on his head as a youth and he has no clue to reality.
I have a mind I can think of so many more important things to do then dusting everyday. Fuck that shit. Every room gets attention in any given day. The dishes get done in a timely manner.  Maybe not to his liking but then again he does nothing around the house. Paying the bills is good enough and bitching while mowing the lawn once a month.
My driveway looks like a junkyard so why shouldn't the house? I'm tired of not being good enough. Hell I did it alone and had less stress. Worked 40+hours kept house and that lazy ass did nothing. I want FREEDOM yet I'm stuck.
She gets trucks and vacations. I can't take a shit without 2-3 kids parading through the bathroom.  24/7 I'm on duty.  No one takes my kids for anything. Aside from him taking them once every couple months to show he's a good father. Fucking funny when that's the only time he's around them. Then to find out he had them around his whore. I'm so tired. I wish you were here mom I miss you. Life has went to hell since you died.