My husband says that when he comes up here he feels like I treat him like nothing more than a cash cow and a babysitter.
Oh my.
I'm actually not opposed to the disrespectful act of treating my husband as a cash cow. I am, after all, a stay at home mom who does a damn fine job with what I have to work with. But isn't he supposed to give money to be considered one? I'm just wondering cuz I've never really had a cash cow before. Of course, this is the man who, just a few months ago, told me that the "only thing wrong with our marriage is that you refuse to accept we'll never be rich." Cuz, you know, that was the impression I got when I married a plasterer who still lived under his parent's roof. But I'm cold and heartless that way.
And I know how dreadful it is to be considered nothing more than a babysitter to your own kids. I mean, it's almost like I expect him to take care of a toddler and a possibly bipolar teenager single-handedly for three or four days a week while cooking all the meals, doing all the laundry (granted, I don't do it nearly as often as I should), pretending to clean the house and doing all the dishes by hand. Goodness, wouldn't that make me a real nag!
I guess I'm just a high-maintenance woman (what with all the hair apointments, pedicures, manicures, massages, and new clothes I'm always getting) with no true appreciation for the incredibly kind and giving man I married.
Damn me.
