As I’ve admitted before, I tend to spill all of my secrets without warning. Saturday and Sunday mornings tend to be my enemy when it comes to being nice and not telling secrets. I spill them all and whoever is close gets the brunt of it. Unfortunately, that is always my husband as he’s home.
But last Sunday I realized that no matter whatever it is, party, gathering, just visiting, when it comes to my husband’s family, I always do all the work. I always do the presents and always do the cooking. If people are coming over, it’s me who cleans the house. That Sunday morning, I also realized that I always make dinner whether my husband has been home all day or not.
Last Saturday I spent the entire afternoon out and when I got home at 3:30 pm, I had to rush to make dinner before my husband’s mom came over for dinner while my husband was home all afternoon with the kids. Bad, I’m sure, but it got to me. Long story short, my husband is now in charge of every Sunday dinner. Good for me, but I felt a little bad for him.
Except for that was a short-lived guilty feeling as my husband made dinner Sunday night and it was absolutely delicious. Proof: