So... What was that all about?
Well, suffice it to say that the DH said something that I took to mean that he was subtly (or not so subtly) suggesting that I wasn't very productive around the house.
Today wasn't nearly as depressing; I actually felt better. I guess it's true that letting it out *does* help.
I'm not as productive as I could be, I have to admit that. There are plenty of reasons (excuses) for that, but feeling under appreciated is certainly one of them.
I have never been much of a housekeeper, to be honest. If I'm really honest, I'd have to admit that it's not something I particularly *want* to be good at. I'm staying home because I want to take care of my baby, not because I needed more time to house clean.
There's definitely an inner tension there that I need to resolve somehow.
Bleah.
It *is* nice to hear "President Obama," though. Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought I'd hear something like that. It's so un-WASPy, it's thrilling.
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