Just one of them days

So today I woke up in a pretty good mood. I made coffee, watched a little T.V., Started the laundry, Did the dishes, Cleaned the kitchen and living room, Swept and mopped the floors. All done by 1:00 this afternoon. But while I was doing all of this I asked Lee to fold a basket of laundry, He was not doing anything else besides watching the sports highlights. He Started picking at me and decided I was worthless and am lazy and I do nothing all day long during the week. As you all know by now I am a stay at home mom. and we all know that with two children laundry doesn't stay finished, dishes need to be washed every day, the floors need to be swept and mopped twice a week. Oh yea and they all have to be fed. Then on days I have time I get to pay bills, go grocery shopping, run errands and such. So out of anger I tell him to find another house maid, better yet a new house. So I went about my business doing more laundry, cleaning and what nots. Only to find he had left his paystub in his pants pockets, Now shredded into ten million pieces in the washer and stuck to every pair of jeans my children own. OK my fault for not checking pockets. But come on he is 37 fricken years old. My 10 & 7 year old remember to pull there bubble gum and markers out of their pockets. So I continue to clean up the paper mess now all over the floor, and washer. Go back to the Kitchen and finish cleaning. Now he is demanding that he should be treated like a king on weekends because he works 5 days a week. OMG get off of your self already, You are being completely ill manored. Let it go already and forget i asked you to move while the basketball highlights are on. I decide to look up a new recipe today for something different for dinner. I am still in an all right mood not the best but not the worst. So I talked to the Best friend for a little while on the phone, to the drunken mother, and the locally wanted criminal sister. Then I decide to start cooking half way through cooking my home made Salisbury steak with brown gravy, mashed potatoes and a veggie he comes lurking out of the room and in the kitchen. I thought to myself if those clothes i handed you had a fricken pork chop in them i bet you would of demanded to take care of them. But I was very respectful and did not say anything to him. When Dinner was done I called the drunken mother and asked when her hubby was bringing my wonderful children home, She said as soon as they're done eating. So I cooked for myself this evening I guess. I made my plate, sat to eat and felt guilty I was eating alone. So I made " The King " his plate and took it to him and said here is dinner you ass!. I went on about my business ate my dinner, sat at the computer for a bit and waited for my children to come home, Two hours later they finally come in the door filthy from head to toe, crying they did not want to leave gramma's house. I get them to stop crying, get their clothes and off to the shower they went. They then wanted to watch a movie so I put one in for them. 20 Minutes later they are both fast asleep on the couch and love seat. How sweet. Then I sat here and thought of how bad it sounded him saying he should be treated like a king on the weekends, and then I took him his dinner. Come on lady how stupid can you be? Well hopefully tomorrow I will think before I act.