A month in

It's day 31 and today was Easter. There was a modest basket for the kid and the usual egg hunt. We had a ham dinner, though I'm sad I didn't get my usual boiled dinner with my parents. Husband tried to get a turnip, but what came home was definitely more radish-y and not at all like the boiled dinner turnip.

If I lose my mind during this, it's going to be the little things. Not getting sufficient quiet time to myself (at least when I work I get my commute and some office hours of quiet). It'll be the fact that I asked my husband to wring out the cloths he uses and put them in the dirty laundry instead of leaving them in the tub (I've stopped picking his up and there's currently 3 in the tub...). Or the fact that since all this started, my husband hasn't done any laundry and has done dishes maybe twice...and even when the dishwasher is ready for dirty dishes, I find dirty dishes get piled on the sink anyway. 

Husband cooks most nights and does the once a week shopping, but lunches are always I get me and kid squared. Often I'll try to include his food if he's hungry and I can toss it with ours.  But lunch is never offered to me, and he gets kid's lunch only of I tell him I can't at the moment due to a work thing.

And for grocery shopping, he'll often come back with sweets for himself, and also got the kid's Easter stuff, but if I don't specifically ask for something, I don't get it. 

Just feeling stressed, overworked, and underappreciated,  I guess.