AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

So why is it that men cannot seem to do one simple thing correctly?

I so need a break from the weekly grind of taking my son to the hospital for the med study he is in, and yet, it is not apparently important enough to my husband.

Granted he is ill, but still, I would like one morning to sleep in, the way he gets to sleep in every morning during the week.

Every morning, I get up first and get our son out of bed. I make his breakfast. I make his lunch. I make his meds up. I make sure he gets dressed. I make sure he gets all of his school stuff together. I make sure he looks presentable for school.

All the while my husband is laying in bed, doing god knows what, and then taking a nice non rushed shower.

After I do all of this for my son, I then have a total of 10 minutes to get ready, and then I am out the freakin door.

Just one morning to sleep in. Just one morning where I don't have to worry about getting everyone moving, and making sure everything is set for everyone else. One morning when I can shower at my own pace, and not the night before.

One time I would like for him to take him to the hospital, to deal with the traffic. To deal with two kids, who are just bored beyond compare. To rush our son back to school, whilst also making sure he has taken his meds, and gotten something in his tummy to prevent him from getting a tummy ache. To wake the sleeping baby to get our son signed into school, and then coming home to deal with the dog who has been cooped up all morning. Then doing all of the everyday shit that running the house entails.

But no. It is too much for him. Fucking wanker.

I hate that he never sees it from my perspective. I need a break, from him, from the kid, from the traffic, the house, from everything. Just two hours to myself. But that is too much.

I hate my life sometimes. Right now is one of those times.