so, I worked the last two nights in a row... 12 1/2 hr shifts overnight. first.. yesterday while I was sleeping, the kids were SO LOUD! dh took them to a park for a while... but even with me upstairs and the door closed, when they were home... I could hear them. interrupted sleep between shifts. then I didn't get a break last night.... at all. I had an annoying patient from hell... then I get home and have to rush to a funeral... had dc's clothes all laid out so dh could have them ready to go ... I just had time to touch up and change. guess who's not dressed when I get home... THE BOYS. dd is dressed (but she can dress herself). ds is in his footed pjs and dh is in the shower. wtf? I rush to clean myself up , then dress ds, put shoes on both kids and pack a snack for ds (since he had to go to the funeral with me). ... ugh. we're running late. I manage to get there in time. ds does awesome for the entire mass... then after mass when I'm hugging my friend (who lost her hubby)... ds yells... MY FLOWER and darts for the tulips in front of the church. I tell him... those are for everyone to see and smell, if we pick them, then we all cannot enjoy them... used to work for dd... him, NO. he starts to fit... waaaa, I want my flower. scoop him up and run for the car. ugh..... fine... I pick up dd from school... get home. the house looks like a train ran through it. I have a plumber coming tomorrow to check out a shower... and dh left dirty dishes in the sink and dishwasher and baskets of clean laundry (NOT FOLDED) and the floor is cluttered... literally, there are dishes on my coffee table from the previous night. he let the kids eat in the living room. I"M FUMING! he works late tonight.. but was home all day yesterday and last night and he got 8 hours of sleep last night. WTF? I'm working on 6 hours of broken up sleep since Sat afternoon and only had a 4 hr nap before that. I'm so aggravated. he goes through phases... he'll be so helpful (and he started out so on Sat... cleaned the living room, did dishes on Sat)... then nada. I think he thinks, well I did it on Sat. Well, dear, it's an everyday thing when you have two little tornadoes running around the house... oh yeah, AND STOP LETTING THEM EAT CEREAL WITH MILK ON THE COUCH!!!!!
Breathe... breathe... I need to relax while the kids are relaxing...
vent over. I feel better.
Re: gotta vent....
I would be pissed. My sister is a nurse who does the 7-7 shift 3 nights in a row and gets almost zero help from her dh. They can be so clueless sometimes.
I hope you get a well deserved break sometime soon.