Time to vent

Okay, so here goes....

Most people look forward to the weekends. I sometimes dread them. Why? Because I know what it entails....me doing house-work,..while the hubs lays on the sofa watching crap sci-fi shows, or other non-sense that I don't care to watch. (and I roll my eyes as I walk by in front of him, with a load of laundry in my arms) It also entails the kids fighting over toys, asking non-stop for something from me, the exact moment I wake up. Luckily I do get to sleep in until 9am usually, on the weekends, if Quinn is already in bed with me.

I usually make pancakes on Sunday mornings for breakfast...the kids love them. :) So, as I am whipping up the batter, putting turkey bacon in the microwave and trying to unload the clean dishes from the dishwasher .. Sophie asks me to get her more milk. Where's daddy? on the couch. Then Quinn wants milk...Sophie has already got the milk jug out of the fridge and put it on the floor. I tell Sophie to "please leave the kitchen, mommy is making breakfast, and I don't want to step on you, or you to get burned on the griddle." She leaves, but only for like ten seconds. Then I turn around and Quinn is whining/crying..... she has opened the jug of milk all by herself, and proceeded to drink straight out of the carton(gross and FYI I didnt not teach her that...)...and also manages to spill some on her shirt and the floor. Flippin A!! I AM TRYING TO MAKE BREAKFAST! and I haven't had my coffee yet. Don't mess with me. My loving husband hears me trying to shoo the kids out of the kitchen  and tells them to come watch tv with him and stay out of  the kitchen. (parenting from the couch)  :) ........(which also pissed me off even more)

I am also getting the plates, and silverware, butter and syrup ready. I am beyond pissed now. I come out of the kitchen, and say..(probably not in a kind way either) Turn off the TV. Sit at the table now. Breakfast is ready. 

Then we eat breakfast silently bc the hubs and I just had a talk....err argument in the kitchen before we sat down for breakfast. He is all.."Saturdays are my days off. You talk to me like a child."  and I say, I honestly don't realize that I am talking to you like that, and I just want some help with the house work, on the weekends. blah blah.

Then he finishes breakfast, rinses his plate, puts it in the sink and heads outside to cut up some fallen tree branches from the last ice storm.

And, I  clean up the breakfast table, kitchen and do the dishes. about 30 mins. or so pass by. Then the kids and I head outside to play. I walk over to my husband and say, "hello." he takes out his ear buds and says something like... "what do you need?"  I said "how are you?, how are we... are we ok?" he says something... and then I say something and put my hand on his chest. (no perv....its not going there) I feel his heart beating fast... and I say... "oh my, your heart is pounding.  I still have that effect on you huh, baby. ;)"  he smiles and chuckles.  Then we hug it out, say our "I'm sorry's" and then we play Frisbee and kick a ball around the yard with the kids, and Bella.

Sigh. All is well with us now..... until next weekend. Ha.Ha.  nah, I have learned my lesson... "Saturdays are the hubs day off....and I can do what I want on Saturdays as well."    but by golly... Sundays are a day of work. I will hold him to it. He will (happily) help me with house chores. :) Right Honey??? :) I love you. ( I am not sure if he even reads my blogs or not)

Do you and your spouse argue? If so, what about?? How long until you "make up"?

Until next time.
xoxo