Surgery Stress

After having surgery Thursday morning, and being in bed for a few days, I am more than ready to be back to my normal. I am the mom/wife who goes from early in the morning until late at night without sitting down for more than lunch. On any given day I can accomplish reorganizing an entire room, paint another room, potty train a kid, gardening and complete an art project. I can be over the top SuperWoman some days, and others we may have a play in the sandbox/jump on the trampoline kind of day. My husband, works outside the home and that is the extent. LoL. He is good at financially providing and not helping or being home, and I am ok with that, until those days come when he acts like my job as a stay home mom of 3 boys and keeping 2 other toddler boys is a smooth sailing easy job. 

Today is one of 'those' days! My house has been a disaster for days, laundry piling up, dishing in the sink, dirty floors, messy rooms and unmade beds. My husband is having a fit because apparently the housework does not do itself?!? Never had that problem before, I usually lay on the couch and eat chocolates while the kids nicely play and I catch up on all my 'shows'... not sure why it isn't working for him. But while I am sitting here venting to my blog, I am listening to him get more and more aggravated with the kids and the fact that he is going to have to be productive and accountable in our household.

After being helpful and not flipping out for a few days, he is over it. I often wonder what on earth I would do if I had the husband who works and then comes home to say "what do you need help with honey, what can I do"... I think God knows I would have a heart attack and saves me the stress. I think it is awesome that some couples are a 100% commited to the family life. I have friends who stay home and their husband will come home and say "you have had a long week with the kids, go grab a bite with your friends and I will get me and the kids a pizza". Instead of those conversations, I usually get: "did you dust anything this week", "are you going to sew my pants anytime soon", "why did you make this for dinner, you know I am allergic to anything but red meat and applesauce". He is such a pleasure to be around, can you tell. Anytime I address an issue I have, the response I get is 'I am italian, get over it'. Why was I not informed that italians are all this negavtive and irritating? I must have missed that blog. The image I was always given was that although they had a tempure, the love and romantic traits were fabulous. 

My goal is to raise my kids to work hard and financially provide for their families, but also be hands on dads and 100% commited husbands! I think I will have to set my boys straight if their wives ever complain about them doing this same things I have just listed. Rant over.