I always believed that my husband didn't truly intend to cause me a stroke and total melt-down on a daily basis, but I am beginning to think that maybe he does.

When I thought about marriage as a child, I thought it was this magical, blissful existence, where you were excited to come home from a long day at work (sad, even as a child I knew I would work forever), and that it would be a 50/50 partnership.

Well, let me tell you, this is no partnership.  If he was an employee, I would have Donald Trump-ed him long ago - 'You're fired'.  Most recent case in point (and by recent I mean literally just a few minutes ago....you will note the steam rising from this blog), in asking him to send a vendor payment for my PTA for quite a bit of money through Fed Ex with return receipt. Simple, clear, explicit instructions.  Well, instead somehow the mail ended up being sent through regular mail, and here is the cherry on this cake, with no return address.  Awesome!  That is exactly what I needed you to help me with.  Awww... how did you know I was a little bored, so thank you honey, for causing me hours more grief and aggravation by having to call the company for the next few days to see if they got the check, and then to cancel it if they didn’t, and then re-do the whole process again.  Wow…..just what I always wanted more, stress wrapped in a pretty bow.  You’re the best, honey.

Is it wrong for a working mom who is also the bread winner to expect her partner to do a little more in return?  Like get home on time from the store so I can make the PTA meeting, or pick up our daughter from school and not from the bus stop on Mondays (yeah there would have been one very sad child and very embarrassing phone call from the school if I hadn’t figured out he had no clue he had to go to the school and not just down the block).  Yes I know I can hedge Euro dollars in the kiddie bathroom at my daughter’s nursery school graduation, and still make it to the front of crowd in time to film it, but that doesn’t mean I am Superwoman (it probably means I am very disturbed individual who really needs a vacation…but I digress).

And it seems to be getting worse.  Maybe he has decided that if he pretends he’s not good at it, I won’t ask him to do it.  Could he be that clever?  Perhaps….but I think he just takes me for granted.  I think a lot of working moms who seem to be able to do everything and be everything to everyone have this issue with their significant other all the time.  Or, maybe it’s just me…..I really hope not.  Please comment and let me know what you think.