Today we got nice, sunny and warm spring weather. Too bad I don’t really feel well enough to take advantage of it.
It’s not that I’m really sick, I’m just not mentally in the best place. Part of me wishes I was back to single and living alone, specifically the living alone part. I’m a bit tired of picking up the slack. Can’t remember the last time husband, on his own idea, started some cleaning.
He does dishes once in while, so I cook once in a while. The deal is he does dishes and I cook, but it doesn’t really work out that way. Often times it ends up with I didn’t cook due to kitchen still being a mess, and I know it’ll just get worse if I don’t clean up AND cook.
This usually leads to me having a bit of a lack of inspiration and in reality I don’t feel like cooking. These cases he usually cooks up some for himself (french fries or similar) and I grab a sandwich or something due to it being way to late for proper dinner.
It was easier when I only had myself to clean after. I miss that period in time. I have a suspicion I’m not meant to share a home with someone else.