Letter to my husband

Dear Husband –

You don’t realize that I am always listening.  You complain that I don’t hear you on a constant basis…  That I ignore you purposely as our days go on.  But please understand this…  I do hear every word you say,  and I am trying.

When you are doing housework while I work, I can hear you complaining from the other room that nothing gets done around here.  I feel the same way…….  But I am trying.

As we are discussing what needs to be done around the home while I make dinner and you sit on the couch watching your shows, I hear you.  I hear the complaints about every minuscule detail that needs changing….  I hear what you think needs to be purchased for the home, but never go to the store yourself…..  I hear what needs cleaned and changed around the house, and how it should all be done.  Sometimes it is a while for me to make that happen, but I am trying.

I hear your complaints about the kids behavior and how I am the one to blame…..  I babied them and made them who they are.  They inherited the sassiness and cocky attitudes from me.  I am the reason they don’t take responsibility for their actions.   It is all on me…  But I am trying.

You see dear husband, it is damn hard to be a mom… A working mom at that.  Not only do I bring in half our income, but as you state, I am responsible for everything else around here.  Like most moms, we want to take care of everyone and everything.  It is a constant struggle everyday to feel like I have given my children, and you, everything that I possibly could.  It physically hurts that you don’t think I am succeeding at that.  Because….   I am trying.

I am sick of hearing to not try your best, try my best.  Do it right the first time, finish what you start…  I am trying.   The struggle between 3 kids and you is unbearable.  Why should I have to rip myself apart to please everyone?  Not to mention, what about myself?  This whole concept of a perfect organized life does not exist!!!  At some point, we will break.  Women will break….  Women cannot keep up with this imaginary life we need to make for our families.

I may not being doing everything the way you want, but I am trying…  So please, give me some credit.  Open your eyes and see how much I give to our 3 kids, to my job, to our home, and to you with nothing in return.    Know that every ounce of what I do is done with love and acceptance.  Hopefully one day I will feel that same in return….

Love,

your over-worked underappreciated wife