A little rant here, so as to help myself calm down. So I get home from a 9 hour day seeing psychotherapy patients. REwarding- yes, easy- NO. I am trying to work my ass off for anumber of reasons- mainly so my son and I can have a great summer. Come in w/ his favorite Chinese rice dish- he'd eaten and not hungry- fair e nough. But no "Thanks for buying htat for me mommy." No hug. Didn't even look up from sitter's iphone. Then at dinner "I wish I could earn Magic Cards like K_______ he only has to do 3 chores to earn and you are saying i have to do my c hores all week to earn some." I couldn't have been sweeter on phone w hen I called between clients- saying "Sure we can go get some Magic cards, and just for school week's worth of chores- we don't have to include weekend- I'd be happy to get you some honey." But then I get home and complaining/whining about how I'm not buying it fast enough for his taste. Over my dinner which I am starving for. I'm telling you- I truly work my ass off to give this kid a great life. There are no if, ands or buts about it. Last weekend was a two day overnight extravaganza to Legoland w/ his aforementioned bestfriend, who was also hosted today by me/my sitter. It is safe to say that I sponsor/host more playdates and great fun kid stuff than any of the other parents- by a mile. To then come hom and hear "I want and why can't I have X like K is getting" just made me sour. I said, meanly, badly "Maybe you should go live w/ him since you think it's so great over there. I am sick of being unnappreciated for all I do- no hug when I walk in, no thanks for buying me my favorite CHrinese food, no thanks for offering to take me to buy cards this weekend, let alone even remembering that you just had a dream trip to LEgoland." And I went in my room and closed the door, leaving my 8 year old at bedtime alone. I know this is part fatigue and burn out from work but shit- I do all the "father knows best" did x 10- and I can't even get a hug when I walk in. F this.
And if I had a goddamn partner I wouldn't even care- that's the sad part. I'd be okay- lighter- maybe even laugh it off. N ot fair.