I don't deny that he does work hard. He is up and gone at 4:30 in the morning and it is usually after 8pm when he gets back home.
However, my days start just early and end quite a bit later than his do.
You should hear him talking to other people. If I hear, "Well, you know I'm the only working in the home so...." one more time!!!!
I bust my @ss 24/7. I don't get sick days - hell, I don't even get sick MINUTES, I don't get paid, I don't get thanked, I don't get breaks, I don't get time off.
He can't even make a decision. If the kids ask them if they can have something, he tells them to come and ask me. How hard is it to say yes or no? It's common sense! Yes, the kids can watch Spongebob on television. No, the kids can not stick strips of metal in the electrical sockets. It doesn't take a friggin' rocket scientist.
I'm tired of watching him have all the fun with the kids. I don't get to have fun. I'm too busy handling all the other stuff.
I'm tired of the double standard. He gets a little case of the sniffles, and the world STOPS. I have the flu, and in between throwing up I still have to take care of the house and kids.
Maybe I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, but I am just tired of all of it!