I don't usually rant about the Hubster. He's pretty good overall. He could use a good slug with the romance stick but overall, he's pretty good... I said that already. He puts up with a lot from me - the fact that i don't like leaving the house. The fact that I am a horrible housekeeper. The fact that I'm fairly neurotic about certain things. He puts up with me. But. (you knew there would be a but here) I should not have to beg for time to get my work done. I should be given without argument at least one hour a week (that is not nap time) to my damned self to do with as I please. It should not be a battle. He is the one with a steady job - a good one with benefits and everything. I'm not knocking that. But, at the same time, I'm trying really hard to make a go of this writing thing. I work for Lilley Press too. And yet, I have no time. The kids - if I want time away from the kids, I have to rely on my inlaws. That sucks. I love my kids but, 24/7 is a lot to ask and I never get a break. He does what he wants, when he wants, and with whom he wants. He golfs, goes to the bar, shoots pool, plays paintball, goes fishing. all without the kids, with his buddies, and I am lucky if I can beg him for one hour every month to myself. To do what I want. And that is not how it should be. For all his good qualities, and there are many, he doesn't get it. He doesn't get any of it. He's the one working so he should get to go play and - within reason - he should (and does). But damn!
Posted by Shade53 at April 28, 2008 12:23 PM