R stayed home today to spend time as a family for the first time in 2.5 years. The Moosh was in heaven. R was in heaven. I cleaned. By myself. Without the TV blaring in the background and without a bored kid dogging my every step. While I won't go so far to say that I was in heaven, I was happy that I accomplished so much and that everyone was happy while I was doing it. We even went out to lunch!
R drives me nuts, though. He spends 80% of his time making derogatory comments about, well, everything. The kitchen is dirty. I never clean. I spend too much money. The Moosh has too many toys. We wouldn't be in debt if I would control my spending. I never clean. The kitchen is dirty..... etc., etc., ad infinitum.
It used to really bother me. Now it only marginally bothers me, mainly because I am no longer invested in our relationship. I have told him time and time again (and will continue to tell him, no doubt, until our relationship is kaput) that if he is unwilling to clean, then he must accept that the cleaning will be done on MY schedule. Is that so hard to understand? If you don't like it, clean it. If you don't want to clean it, then you have to wait until somebody else is ready, willing, and able to clean it. If that doesn't work for you, TOUGH. You are choosing not to take control of the issue. The end.
I accpted long ago that R was never going to take responsibility for the housework. I don't even mind that I have to do it all (much....). There are only 3 people in our house. It's not like I'm cleaning up after 8 people like I did when I was a teenager living in my parents' house. That truly sucked. In fact, if R is home every Sunday the house will probably stay pretty clean if I put in an hour or two every weekend.
It's just... ahhhhh! Be a fucking team player!!!
But other than that it was a lovely day. :)