I keep the babies, Michael, and me well-fed. Cooking and meal-planning are things that truly aren't easy for me, so it takes a lot of forethought on my part to make sure everyone is eating three square meals a day. I prepare the meals and feed the babies completely on my own. I also clean, do the dishes, do all of my laundry, do the babies' laundry, and at times, do Michael's laundry. I bathe the babies on my own, dress them, give them their bottles, and take care of naptimes and bedtime. And I imagine, in September, I will do all of these things PLUS have a full-time teaching job that isn't a 9-5 stint. That work comes home with me. I'm rarely thanked or told I'm appreciated, because it's just part of my job.
That's why it PISSES ME OFF when I come home to an empty, dirty container that was full of Rice Krispie treats when I left, just placed by the sink, waiting for me to scrub it. And a laundry basket, full of my clean, UNFOLDED laundry that was pulled out of the dryer and thrown in the basket in one big heap. And a husband snoring away on the sofa.
Why don't they get it?!?!?!