I left yesterday at 5:30am to get to the airport. I spent the day upstate working and got home at 9pm. I was expecting a nice relaxing evening, but instead I found myself increasingly frustrated with Sean.

Is it really too much to ask that he PAY ATTENTION to what's going on with his son? I don't ask him to cook, clean, or do any other household things (well, I've basically given up. I have a baseboard I've asked him to clean off since I can't be around bleach, and that was in November of 2005, and the wall that needs to be patched I've been asking about since February of 2006....), but occasionally I do need him to take care of Ian because I have to work.

I came home last night to Sean eating Ian's chicken nuggets that are for school. No big deal, except that Ian won't eat anything else, there are no more, and it's 9-freaking-thirty at night and I don't want to go to the store! Then I ask him were the white flowers are for Ian's science project for Wednesday (that was a whole other fight about actually getting the damn things) and he says, "Oh, I thought they were for today. I took them in already." THEN I ask where his karate outfit is so I can throw it in the wash, and he says, "I took that in too. Doesn't he have karate on Tuesdays?"

None of this would bother me too much except for the fact that we've had discussions about EVERY SINGLE ONE of those things numerous times! I'm so freakin' sick of being the only one who can seem to keep anything straight around here. It must be nice to work, come home, and sit on your ass the rest of the night because you know that what ever it is that needs to be done will be done! It would be one thing if I were a SAHM because it would be my job to get all that sort of stuff together, but I work full time too!

I'm so tired of fighting...