I took a road trip today with my mom and sister to buy a wedding dress. Not for me, not for my sister but for my mom. She is getting married in about 2 months. I am very excited for her and love the guy she is marrying. In order to do this trip, I had to get my girls up early, drive them to my sisters house, drop the girls off and pick up N, my sister. We then had to drive about 45 minutes to my mom, K and her affianced, G's house. From there we drove 2 hours to Nordstrom's to buy her a dress.
I spent 7 hours in the car today and we were successful. She picked out the most gorgeous dress. It is a maroon, long dress with a bead-work top. I volunteered to sew her a shawl to cover her shoulders since the weather is unpredictable in April. On the way home from the trip we began a discussion in our respective significant others contributions to the house. I am listening to the conversation and realize A is defiantly leaving me to do the lions share of the work. I cook most of the dinners, do all of the laundry, pay the bills and do any of the daily cleaning that needs done. I do work part-time but I spend that extra time driving the girls to activities and doing some homeschooling.
So now, I am slightly upset as I drive myself and the girls home. A calls me as I am leaving my sisters to let me know he is home from work. I tell him we will be home in 40 minutes. It is 5:30pm. When I walk in A says lets go out to dinner. The last thing I want to do is go out again but he has started nothing an it is already after 6pm. The menu for the week was on the wall and it lists where to find the recipes. Why didn't he start dinner? He was tired. Really, I mean I cook when I am tired and he gets frustrated if I am home at a reasonable hour and don't cook dinner. Grr, so now we have $25 less in fun money and a ticked off wife.
I did tell him that I was frustrated with him about it and he admitted he should have cooked dinner but I guess it remains to be seen if it actually changes anything.
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