I'm feeling a bit disgruntled today. I was barely awake before a spanking was threatened. It's not shaping up to be a good day.
Yesterday I was feeling good about things. I had did my chores then set out to surprise my husband. I went in and made the bed. It's not a rule, but I know Steve likes it when I make an effort to make the bed look nice and inviting. My personal philosophy is why make it when you're just going to mess it back up so I normally only make it when I change the bed linens.
Then I tackled a project that he's been wanting me to do for a while-the laundry room. It's a big room, running nearly the entire length of the back of our two car garage. Since it is so big, it not only serves as the laundry room, but also as storage. It was a huge mess.
I had piles waiting to be repaired, piles waiting to be donated, piles waiting to be washed, piles waiting to be folded and put away and piles of our daughter's outgrown clothes that needed to be sorted into bins. That was just the laundry side of the mess. Then there was various boxes, bags and miscellaneous items that had been thrown in there for storage without any real thought to organization.
With it being so cold yesterday and the laundry room and garage not being heated, I could only stay out there working for a little while before I had to come in the house to warm back up. But I kept going back and forth to work on it pretty much all day and, while I didn't finish the entire project yesterday, I did put a serious dent in the mess.
So I was a bit less than pleased when Steve told me last night that I hadn't cleaned our bedroom, which was supposed to be one of my chores. I had honestly forgot about it with everything else I had going on yesterday.When I asked if I was in trouble, he said he was debating about it so I didn't pester him about it. He did end up letting me off the hook, but since he had said he was tired several times in the meantime, I was left feeling like he did it because he was tired rather than because he thought I really deserved it.
I was also left feeling like I had failed him. This has been an ongoing issue with us for a while, even before DD. I would work on something and while he would be happy I did it, he'd feel like I should have prioritized something else ahead of whatever I had did. I don't mean to make him seem like a jerk that can't be pleased because he's not like that at all. Honestly, what he would say would make perfect sense. For example, organizing the linen closet is nice, but it shouldn't come before cleaning the living room because people actually see the living room. But it never failed to leave me feeling like a failure because I hadn't thought of it like that to start with.
Then there was this morning. I've mentioned before that I'm not a morning person. I'm especially not a morning person when it's a morning I have to get up early instead of sleeping in like I usually do. You see Sundays are the one day a week I can usually sleep in past seven. The rest of the week I'm up with our daughter, either getting her ready for school or watching her so Steve can go to work.
For us, Sundays are a day of rest, a day to enjoy time together as a family. Since Steve usually doesn't work Sundays, he gets up with our daughter and they go out to their Daddy-daughter breakfast so I can sleep in. Then we go to church as a family and spend the rest of the day together playing games or watching movies. If someone calls or comes over, we make an effort to get rid of them as soon as possible.
But Steve's boss is in a hurry for him to finish the job he's currently on so he called Friday evening and told him he had to work all weekend. As a result, I had to get up early to get Steve's lunch ready for him and take care of our daughter instead of sleeping in, which left me feeling a bit cranky. So I got threatened with a spanking before I even got out of bed.
Then when he was getting dressed, he pulled a shirt out of the dresser and started complaining about how stained it was. He works in construction and sometimes gets crap on his clothes that no amount of bleach or stain remover will bring out. In the case of this particular shirt, I had already washed it twice with bleach and the stain hadn't budged.
The frustration of not getting my family day, the one day I actually look forward to all week, combined with some residual feelings over the night before, led to me snapping that if he didn't like it, he could do his own damn laundry from now on. You guessed it, very disrespectful, If that wasn't bad enough, I said it in front of our daughter. That alone was two strikes-disrespect in front of her and cussing in front of her.
Since she was right there, he just said "Stop it." and gave me one of those looks. You know the one I mean. Then a few minutes later, I was told that I had chores for the day. I never have chores on Sunday. Ugh!
So instead of my nice peaceful Sunday with my family, I'm stuck doing chores and probably facing the paddle or worse tonight.