So I told my husband his work isn’t working.
The whole reason he was doing this kind of work was because he said he’d work like crazy for a week or so and then have time off to do other things.
But the way it’s actually happening is he’s working in drabs all the fucking time with no time for anything ever. Which is putting a lot of responsibility on me.
He said he gets a few afternoons off a week. I said which afternoons. Then he went into this complicated explanation about which ones.
And that’s the whole fricking problem. I never know what the fuck is going on and I never get a break.
So the solution. A shared calendar app! He puts in his work schedule, I put in mine, and we SCHEDULE in the days and hours that he’ll watch the baby. And I’ll schedule in the days and hours that I need to fuck off to the cafe and work.
And maybe I won’t lose my mind.
I’ve been sick the last few days too, and Friday night I just passed out really early and just crashed.
Anyway my husband went out for some drinks with a friend apparently, and he says he thinks he got hit on by a white girl!
He’s been slowly adding to his chore repertoire. Now he does the garbage, cleans the toilet (badly and occasionally still), watches the baby one half day a week (or more), and makes me a coffee every morning!
I love the last one.