Patrick complained about his meal numerous times last night, and I got so pissed that I had to leave the table. I'm sick of the complaining and him being unappreciative of the time and effort I put into meals, so tonight I told him he was making dinner!
He decided on tortelloni with a creamy pesto sauce and grean beans. Several times he had questions, which I answered from my computer. Then he wanted his brother to set the table, but I told him he had to set in since that's also my job. He told me he couldn't cook AND set the table to which I replaied, "Welcome to my world." Finally, he had to wash the dishes, just like me. DH and I helped dry and put them away.
I really made this punishment in anger last night, but I'm so glad I stuck to it. I reminded him that I also shopped for 2 hours at 4 different stores just to buy the food, and I reminded him that DH and I have to do this EVERY night. I think he got the message.