Seriously, I don't think the man understands that I am stuck here, trying to be a full-time attorney, with three children under the age of 5 (one of which is not fully weened), and trying to arrange our lives.
It has been madness since he left for a work conference out of town. With the man out of town I had to pick up all three children on my own last night, but I had a meeting scheduled for the same time. So, I tried to have a conference call on the phone last night as I drove the three wailing children home. I was more harm than good as the meeting was drowned out by the screams and pestering questions of my children. Then I woke up throughout the night to feed my wimpering infant. I tried to raise myself from the dead this morning so that I could dress and feed three children, get them all off to two different schools, and then get myself to work before 8:45 (I got there at 8:30).
Now, I talk to the obtuse man on the phone while he is "networking" (read partying, drinking, gambling, and sleeping through the night) in Vegas. And all he can say when I explain that (1) I'm whipped, (2) three is a lot of children, and (3) I feel sorry for my baby who toots so much they should consider using his rear end as an alternative fuel, is "It will all be alright."
Me (out loud): Yes, I know.
Me (in my head): What? That's it? "It will all be alright?" I bet the jackass couldn't hack it for one morning if I was gone, and here he is living it up in Vegas as he tells me from the casino floor "It will all be alright." as he sips from his umpteenth beer of the day and prepares himself for an evening of fine food, drinks, and bullshiting. Yeah, whatever.
And then I told myself to get off the phone. Now, I'm sipping my own adult beverage and wishing I had a conference to escape to just so he can experience this. I adore my children, but one of the benefits of being married is that you don't have to do it all on your own . . . or so I thought.
This concludes my rant for the evening. Thanks for listening.