So dh starts defending his noble profession and choice last night after a bit of an argument which stemmed from the fact that I am freezing, we have no heat, and I expect him to at least be a little concerned with this. His reponse is that I need to deal with it for a while. Umm, he is not here in the frozen house, so what does he know. I'm cold, dammit, and I have a headache. My fingers are frozen, and my job is not going well because I cannot type very well with frozen fingers.
So, anyway, there is the background. I told him that if he had a regular job he could maybe, just maybe, help me deal with crap like this. His response: "I wouldn't be able to leave a regular job either to help you." This led to a whole discussion about how everything is dropped on me, and I leave my obligations and responsibilities all the time. I pick up sick kids from school. I pick up HIS parents at the airport. I get a gas can and put gas in his car when he runs out at the hospital. He has the nerve to tell me that ALL jobs would be like this. He wouldn't be able to help me anyway. So, that got me all pissed off. Just because his father was a workaholic and did not help his mom out in anyway, doesn't give him the right to justify that. Furthermore, his mother had her mother and sisters and a whole slew of people at her back and call just waiting to help her out. I HAVE NO ONE! If I am home with 104 fever with sick kids and he is on call, tough crap for me. In other professions you can take sick days. How is this just like any other regular job, exactly?
So, am I right? Or him?
Have I placed the thought of a regular job so high on a pedestal, that I clearly have no idea what regular jobs entail? Or, is he so jaded with everyone around him and growing up with a workaholic father?
Let me have it.
So, anyway, there is the background. I told him that if he had a regular job he could maybe, just maybe, help me deal with crap like this. His response: "I wouldn't be able to leave a regular job either to help you." This led to a whole discussion about how everything is dropped on me, and I leave my obligations and responsibilities all the time. I pick up sick kids from school. I pick up HIS parents at the airport. I get a gas can and put gas in his car when he runs out at the hospital. He has the nerve to tell me that ALL jobs would be like this. He wouldn't be able to help me anyway. So, that got me all pissed off. Just because his father was a workaholic and did not help his mom out in anyway, doesn't give him the right to justify that. Furthermore, his mother had her mother and sisters and a whole slew of people at her back and call just waiting to help her out. I HAVE NO ONE! If I am home with 104 fever with sick kids and he is on call, tough crap for me. In other professions you can take sick days. How is this just like any other regular job, exactly?
So, am I right? Or him?
Have I placed the thought of a regular job so high on a pedestal, that I clearly have no idea what regular jobs entail? Or, is he so jaded with everyone around him and growing up with a workaholic father?
Let me have it.
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