(This post might sound a bit complaining but it isn't the intention ... sometimes you just need to get stuff out to get past it)
There are moments in time where I wish someone was thinking about me ... and that includes myself ... I am pretty sure they happen ... but they are so few and far between ... or I had to ask to get them ... that it just isn't what I crave ...
Now my children are too little to think of me as anything but Mommy (or in Lincoln's case mmmmmama) ... so I am not expecting them to see me as someone who needs my own time or space ... that will happen when they go off till college ...
But some things that I think about ... like dishes ... I am not the only one that lives here or uses the dishes ... but I am the only one that knows how to empty the dishwasher and load it again ... and I say to my dearly beloved that we both need to participate ... and that I would appreciate his help ... and even go on to ask if he needs a tutorial ... and he laughs and says, "I know ... I feel horrible ... I just suck ... I should do this more." ... but it is like Groundhog day and again I empty the dishwasher ... load it up again ... and again he tells me how he sucks ... ahhhhh yea you are right ... with this you do ...
Picking up toys is the same thing ... now Skye does help ... but still I do the majority ...
