A Husband's Sense of Entitlement

My husband usually travels Monday through Thursday, returning home on Thursday nights. As a result, besides missing the second shift chores of getting dinner, walking the dog, feeding the dog, feeding the cat, taking out the garbage, taking out the recycling, etc. , he misses out on dinner, playtime, bathtime, and bedtime with our son. While the aforementioned may seem like more chores, they are, in fact, the best part of the day for me and a key reason to have a child in the first place.

As you can imagine, by Thursday I'm pretty tired and fed up with having to be a single mother (one who works 45+ hours per week in a demanding job) so that I'm thrilled at having my husband around on Friday nights to help with the chores and spend some family time together. My husband, it seems, is not so thrilled.

He's playing squash on Friday night. The one night I can count on him to be home and help out, he'll be playing squash. I guess it's not enough to have every other night during the week to only worry about oneself, he needs Friday night too.

Makes perfect sense.