I have a very very very slight suspicion my DH may know about my deardiary blog, and since I'm mad at him and want to vent about it I'm too paranoid to do it there.  So here I am. 

Tonight at supper DH commented that he was tired and wanted a nap.  When we'd gotten home and settled down after company left DH just vegged out.  No biggy.  Typical of kids needing to burn energy but kept in the house, they got a bit roudy.  It eventually led to them running around naked.  No biggy I didn't think.  Also typical, wherever I was they were.  I came downstairs and so did the kids, but they were fighting over some grapes and DS ended up going upstairs crying.  Shortly thereafter I hear DH get up and pound on the floor and stomp around.  So I go up, all pissy, and grab DS and carry him back down.  I get him dressed for bed and take & nurse him.  DH comes downstairs and says he's sorry he's a piece of worthless crap but he doesn't feel good, he's dizzy, has a headache, and just wanted to take a nap and he'd just fallen asleep to be woken up by his son's butt on his nose.  Oh cry me a river.  Never, never once tonight did he mention he felt like crap.  Am I supposed to read his mind?  His forehead didn't have a billboard on it or a post it note stuck to it.  You can't see dizziness or a headache like a runny nose or whatever that goes with illness.  Give me a break. 

To compound it, earlier  before the whole above incident, I was getting increasingly frustrated with thinking about all the little things around the house that he ignores and bugs me.  I've asked him several times to help me put coaster thingies on the chair legs cuz the new floor is getting scratched up already.  He continues to blow me off.  Stupid little things like that.  He asked me to buy a molding to put along the tub, so I did several weeks ago.  Where is it? In the master bedroom in a corner. 

Now I know he works hard during the weekdays and he's been working with a friend on the side for a little extra cash which we desperately need.  He deserves some down time.  But it doesn't take my frustration away that something that would take us 10 minutes to is too much of an annoyance for him. Heaven forbid I want any real remodeling to ever go on.  He said he was going to finish this basement off faster than the last one, but that's not happening (not that we could afford it now anyway).  I think what bugs me is when he isn't working, it's not that he's sitting on his butt vegging out, but that he seems to find other things to do that don't include the wellbeing of his family.  He's not a terrible DH or dad by any means.  I'm just frustrated with feeling stuck between nagging and a procrastinating husband.   Thanks for reading if you've made it this far.