Thinking of all the little things, like when I asked him not to use too much dressing on the salad I made, so he proceeded to finish half the bottle. I had to order that dressing from a specific store, and I used the smallest amount on my own salad to conserve, while he just absolutely gorged himself without any consideration, even though it's not his house and not his food. Using up my resources, all for himself. Not a good partner to have around in a pandemic.
Or when I said he can have some of my chips and he ate the entire bag when I'd only eaten maybe five chips. We had plenty of food and he definitely wasn't starving. .
And telling me I need to be direct with him. Has he no common decency unless I follow him around nagging his every move? I don't have the energy. It felt like babysitting a toddler. "Omg don't touch that! Don't eat that! Put your mask on! Did you wash your hands? I'm right here why are you yelling, can we use our inside voices?" Etc. So by the end of every day I was just exhausted, and tired also from the constant interruptions and questions and always automatically assuming I am wrong so that I waste MORE energy explaining the same things TWICE until he finally listens or understands. And on top of that, the moodswings! The irresponsibility. The entitlement!
Everyday sexism. What's in it for me? Double the work? Thanks, I'll pass.
At least he finally learned to pee in the toilet. Pretty soon he'll be ready for preschool! :/
2:09 p.m. - 2020-10-13