So tonight I got mad at my husband for saying "You know, you're just as capable of taking it out, too," (regarding the DiaperChamp trash bag). Last night, it was getting full, and instead of taking it out, he squished all the diapers down... With me watching, knowing that it would get full again while he was at work, and I'd have to take it out. But I didn't. Once it got full, I left it there, diapers in the top part, waiting for him to get home and do it. Then it came time for her nap, and my hubby says "What do you want, to put her down or take out the trash?" I've been home with my daughter all day. I take out the trash. But, I comment on the diaper squishy part and could it please get taken out sooner. Which lead to the above comment.
And now, here I sit, eating a tube of Pillsbury Brownie Mix with a spoon... Feeling that tight feeling behind my eyes, knowing that I should cry because all the emotion is building up inside me. But I don't want to. If I cry, I'll have to bear DH's well-meaning concern and talk about how I'm feeling... And I don't want to talk about it. I just want it to go away.