Currently Bubbie and I are residing with my parents. I commute to work 4 days a week and work a 10 hour day. 3 of those day I take Bubbie with me. I recently posted my schedule, and you can see I have a full day.
It became blatantly obvious to me today that my own mother doesn't think I am at all busy.
G came home last night. He is normally 3 hours a way, staying with friends while working at a new job. His current job requires him to be in front of a computer most days.
Today he spent the day with Bubbie. Bub's is a little under the weather mind you (teething, loose stool, diaper rash), so he required a little extra attention. I don't believe that he was terribly difficult today from what G told me of the day.
The thing that has me floored is my mother. If she told me once, she told me a thousand times since I walked in the door how much work G did today taking care of Bubbie. Mine you I got up at 4, commuted 1 hour each way, worked on my feet 10 hours and fought beach traffic on the way home.
I am inclined to believe that my mother loves my husband more than me. What's up with that. It's like she is completely oblivious to what I do and deal with. No wonder she keeps calling me a martyr when I complain about how tired I am.
So my husband mines the baby (with both my parents home) for one day and she is ready to canonize him.
I feel sorry that he is married to such a derelict.