I am tired.

I feel like I am the only one doing anything here. Hubby is unemployed, but he "volunteers" about a 1/2 hour away once a week. It could lead to a permanent position, which is why I am somewhat ok with it. He just got a "job" tutoring a kid in goal keeping (tutoring...I ask...lol) that pays $10 an hour...he helps the kid one hour a week since it is where he volunteers.

That being said...I feel like I am doing it all... or at least most of it.

I clean the house. If he does...it's little things (barely noticeable - IMO). I'm probably too critical and I don't tell him enough how much I appreciate what he does...when he does something. I spent the weekend before last cleaning the house (dusting, washing the floors, washing walls, etc.) and you wouldn't know it to look at the place now. I try to pick up after myself...I could do a better job. But I can't keep up with me and him. He doesn't even put his clothes in the laundry baskets I have in the bathroom....bedroom...hallway. They're in the middle of the floor as we speak.

I'm probably being over critical...but it makes me crazy! I have been working a lot lately (thank goodness, because I like having a roof over my head) and I don't feel like I am getting help. He does do several of the things I don't like doing - taking out the trash, feeding/playing with the puppy when its cold, cleaning the little boxes.

I try not to complain much because it ends in a fight. I hate arguing. It's easy for me to say, "If I was home/unemployed, I would have that place spotless because I would want to contribute..." but I am not sure I would. But, I feel like he has an inflated view of what he does....which isn't much IMO.

My parents live next door and help us out (A LOT). Sometimes I share my frustration with my mom...but most of the time I don't. They're my parents...they get upset with him...and I don't want to be stuck in the middle. I don't want him upset and I don't want them upset. Last week, my dad was ticked because our trash can was outside for 3 days after trash day. Dad brought it in or else it wouldn't have come in. Or I would have done it.

Well...I need to get to work. He will sleep late, not be able to do anything because he has a t appointment this afternoon, and I will be stuck. I should do more when I get home, but I am so tired.

Thanks for letting my vent.