Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I do kinda think you are the jerk here OP.
This is far, far too nice. Yes, OP is the jerk, to her husband and to her kids.
Although I'm 87% sure that (i) the real OP of this post is the engaged parent, not the slug whining about "don't my feelings matter, too?"; or (ii) the genders have been flipped.
Yep.
The engaged parent wrote this. It's very passive aggressive. Lol
I thought so, too. It reads like the real OP is the engaged parents and also that the genders have been flipped, so in this case the mom is doing everything and annoyed that her DH isn't helping enough. Many of us can relate.
Anonymous wrote:OP here. Here's a perfect example (and I can post because I am on an endless pointless stupid work meeting that needs zero attention but my presence is required).
DH came into my office and said he's going to store and asked me what ingredients I need to make a dinner I wanted to try. I picked up vegetables at the farmers market but there's some things he needed. Our conversation turned into when I can make this dinner because kid one is going here and kid two is going there and I have a training for a sport I am doing and need to go to the equipment store and so on. We started talking through my schedule and he started getting annoyed saying non-responsive things to my questions like "yeah" or "yeah no" when those aren't answers and I'm just like throw everything in the trash. I'm never going to make this. Fine.
He'll make the kids dinner, I'll be stuck eating pasta with vegetables snuck into the sauce like they are toddlers and the world spins on.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I do kinda think you are the jerk here OP.
This is far, far too nice. Yes, OP is the jerk, to her husband and to her kids.
Although I'm 87% sure that (i) the real OP of this post is the engaged parent, not the slug whining about "don't my feelings matter, too?"; or (ii) the genders have been flipped.
Anonymous wrote:You're not a jerk, but in this case you are wrong. I work full time. I am also the default parent these days and made all the summer camp plans, do all the driving, etc. It is a ton of work. The logistics of the sign-ups, forms, driving, gear, etc. is hellish. The schedule is like one of those complicated puzzles on the table in a doctor's waiting room where the pieces only fit together one way, and if you get one piece wrong the whole thing falls apart. And, DC being DC, all of the arrangements had to be made months ago because camps start filling up in January.
Your DH took all of this on. He is handling all of it. You do not have to do any of it. You should be telling him every day how grateful you are for what he is doing. Give that man a hug and a cold beer.
Of course you still get to have thoughts about your kids' lives and input on the schedule. But, the time for that input was in March, not now in the middle of the summer struggle. And, to the extent your input involves the idea that the kids should have more downtime during working hours, then you need to step up an volunteer to be with the kids during that downtime.
The one surefire way for my spouse to drive me through the roof is by trying to rejigger summer plans in July. All I want is to have the summer schedule settled.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I do kinda think you are the jerk here OP.
This is far, far too nice. Yes, OP is the jerk, to her husband and to her kids.
Although I'm 87% sure that (i) the real OP of this post is the engaged parent, not the slug whining about "don't my feelings matter, too?"; or (ii) the genders have been flipped.
Yep.
The engaged parent wrote this. It's very passive aggressive. Lol
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I do kinda think you are the jerk here OP.
This is far, far too nice. Yes, OP is the jerk, to her husband and to her kids.
Although I'm 87% sure that (i) the real OP of this post is the engaged parent, not the slug whining about "don't my feelings matter, too?"; or (ii) the genders have been flipped.
Anonymous wrote:OP here.
Listen, my husband isn't a saint. He's an alcoholic (yes, he's been "sober" for a few years, but he goes to meetings (it's yet another thing we are juggling every damn week) and his own struggles have made my own life hell. I was raised by a drunk dad and know how terrible it is). I forgave him when he admitted he had a drinking problem during the pandemic and got evening out patient treatment but it's unfair to be like he's a saint! No one is a saint. He's a good parent (oddly even when he was drinking he was an attentive, involved parent, he was just angry all the time. Now, he's all "I feel this" or "I hear that" or "let's keep our streets clean and be transparent" -- tons of AA speak.
So, all of you who think I'm just terrible, just be clear, I'm not. I am human. But I still deserve to be viewed as an adult with a say.
Anonymous wrote:OP here. Here is where I get frustrated, at the end of the day when DH talks about being tired and everyone being so busy, I tell him we need to cut back and it's too f-ing much and he get mad and says having a conversation like this when he's tired and in the middle of the summer isn't helpful. I am so tired of not being heard, but he's just so fast and zooms around and I can't catch up.
This seems easy to me. The only night you can't make the new dinner is when you have your training/equipment store. Why does it matter if the kids are going here and there? Your dh takes them, right? What a nice thing to do, have a nice meal prepared when they get home from their running around.Anonymous wrote:OP here. Here's a perfect example (and I can post because I am on an endless pointless stupid work meeting that needs zero attention but my presence is required).
DH came into my office and said he's going to store and asked me what ingredients I need to make a dinner I wanted to try. I picked up vegetables at the farmers market but there's some things he needed. Our conversation turned into when I can make this dinner because kid one is going here and kid two is going there and I have a training for a sport I am doing and need to go to the equipment store and so on. We started talking through my schedule and he started getting annoyed saying non-responsive things to my questions like "yeah" or "yeah no" when those aren't answers and I'm just like throw everything in the trash. I'm never going to make this. Fine.
He'll make the kids dinner, I'll be stuck eating pasta with vegetables snuck into the sauce like they are toddlers and the world spins on.
Anonymous wrote:OP here. Here's a perfect example (and I can post because I am on an endless pointless stupid work meeting that needs zero attention but my presence is required).
DH came into my office and said he's going to store and asked me what ingredients I need to make a dinner I wanted to try. I picked up vegetables at the farmers market but there's some things he needed. Our conversation turned into when I can make this dinner because kid one is going here and kid two is going there and I have a training for a sport I am doing and need to go to the equipment store and so on. We started talking through my schedule and he started getting annoyed saying non-responsive things to my questions like "yeah" or "yeah no" when those aren't answers and I'm just like throw everything in the trash. I'm never going to make this. Fine.
He'll make the kids dinner, I'll be stuck eating pasta with vegetables snuck into the sauce like they are toddlers and the world spins on.
mAnonymous wrote:OP here. Here's a perfect example (and I can post because I am on an endless pointless stupid work meeting that needs zero attention but my presence is required).
DH came into my office and said he's going to store and asked me what ingredients I need to make a dinner I wanted to try. I picked up vegetables at the farmers market but there's some things he needed. Our conversation turned into when I can make this dinner because kid one is going here and kid two is going there and I have a training for a sport I am doing and need to go to the equipment store and so on. We started talking through my schedule and he started getting annoyed saying non-responsive things to my questions like "yeah" or "yeah no" when those aren't answers and I'm just like throw everything in the trash. I'm never going to make this. Fine.
He'll make the kids dinner, I'll be stuck eating pasta with vegetables snuck into the sauce like they are toddlers and the world spins on.
Anonymous wrote:OP here.
Listen, my husband isn't a saint. He's an alcoholic (yes, he's been "sober" for a few years, but he goes to meetings (it's yet another thing we are juggling every damn week) and his own struggles have made my own life hell. I was raised by a drunk dad and know how terrible it is). I forgave him when he admitted he had a drinking problem during the pandemic and got evening out patient treatment but it's unfair to be like he's a saint! No one is a saint. He's a good parent (oddly even when he was drinking he was an attentive, involved parent, he was just angry all the time. Now, he's all "I feel this" or "I hear that" or "let's keep our streets clean and be transparent" -- tons of AA speak.
So, all of you who think I'm just terrible, just be clear, I'm not. I am human. But I still deserve to be viewed as an adult with a say.