(New throwaway for this post, but long-time member on my main account.)
We see a lot of posts about husbands who really suck at being partners and parents, and we see a few about awesome, Bandit-style husbands (we don’t watch Bluey in this house yet, but iunderstoodthatreference.gif).
I find myself having a sort of middle-of-the-road husband: He cooks most dinners, he’ll do the dishes, he’ll sometimes do laundry, he cuts the grass, he does the fixing and assembling and handy stuff, and yet – I feel like I’m still managing almost everything else.
I have to ask.
I have to tell.
I have to remind.
I have to argue.
I have to parent. A grown-ass man.
I’m a working mom who WFH (with a babysitter during the workday – I’m not that nuts). I provide the health insurance. I’m the breadwinner. I bought our house. I pay for half the utilities and most of the groceries and other bills, like our credit card. He owns a business that hasn’t started bringing in money yet. We both work about 50 hours a week, on average. I do the vast majority of all things kid-related, such as buying clothes, researching shit, making appointments, etc.
I really, truly don’t keep score all the time, but I’m getting overwhelmed. I’d say I manage about 85% of everything.
Anyway, it doesn’t really matter what specifically happened tonight to set me off. It was our toddler practicing being a toddler (read: getting into e v e r y t h i n g), and my husband got so frustrated. He didn’t yell, but huffed and went, “Come ON, REALLY?!” at our kid. “Why would you do that?!” “Look at this mess.” “Great. Cool.”
I immediately shut him down, telling him he can get away with this now while our toddler doesn’t understand, but God help me if he teaches her to feel afraid to make mistakes around him. I told him he needs to be the adult, find a way to cope with frustration (count to 10? Take deep breaths?), and offer guidance to our daughter instead of mouthing off. And then I realized I was parenting him, yet again. Like, I shouldn’t have to do this. I want him to work through this himself and come up with a solution. To be like, “Yeah, that wasn’t cool of me. I’m going to practice x, y, z next time.” To be proactive instead of passive.
I struggle with his lack of empathy. He’s never been one to ask me how my day was, dote on me when I was sick or upset, or help me talk me through tough stuff. Honestly, he doesn’t ask me about myself at all. It’s like verbally showing he cares is too vulnerable. So he’s an acts-of-service guy. I’ve never questioned whether he loves me or not because he does take care of me in many ways (makes sure the coffee’s made, doesn’t pressure me for intimacy, never gets mad if he’s on last-minute parenting duty, consults me about his business because he values my opinion, sends me funny memes he knows I’ll like, etc.). We spend all our free time together (big homebodies, ya’ll), and we truly enjoy each other. But I’ve got a creeping concern the empathy thing will become really hard as our toddler grows up.
It just keeps coming back to communication and initiative. I’ve explained the mental load. I’ve gotten the ball rolling on organizing our lives (chore chart, anyone?). Nothing sticks – except ask, tell, remind, argue, parent, repeat.
I’m not totally sure what I’m looking for here. Yes, I’m venting, but I love this man and want to feel like we’re partners in this together.
What have you done to improve your own relationships? What are your tips, tricks and secrets? How have you encouraged your emotionally reserved husbands to open up and step up – especially once you began modeling marriage and partnership for your kids?
Thanks in advance. I know I wrote a novel. And maybe this isn’t even the most appropriate sub for this. I just really don’t have anyone to talk to about it. Lay it on me, mamas.
We see a lot of posts about husbands who really suck at being partners and parents, and we see a few about awesome, Bandit-style husbands (we don’t watch Bluey in this house yet, but iunderstoodthatreference.gif).
I find myself having a sort of middle-of-the-road husband: He cooks most dinners, he’ll do the dishes, he’ll sometimes do laundry, he cuts the grass, he does the fixing and assembling and handy stuff, and yet – I feel like I’m still managing almost everything else.
I have to ask.
I have to tell.
I have to remind.
I have to argue.
I have to parent. A grown-ass man.
I’m a working mom who WFH (with a babysitter during the workday – I’m not that nuts). I provide the health insurance. I’m the breadwinner. I bought our house. I pay for half the utilities and most of the groceries and other bills, like our credit card. He owns a business that hasn’t started bringing in money yet. We both work about 50 hours a week, on average. I do the vast majority of all things kid-related, such as buying clothes, researching shit, making appointments, etc.
I really, truly don’t keep score all the time, but I’m getting overwhelmed. I’d say I manage about 85% of everything.
Anyway, it doesn’t really matter what specifically happened tonight to set me off. It was our toddler practicing being a toddler (read: getting into e v e r y t h i n g), and my husband got so frustrated. He didn’t yell, but huffed and went, “Come ON, REALLY?!” at our kid. “Why would you do that?!” “Look at this mess.” “Great. Cool.”
I immediately shut him down, telling him he can get away with this now while our toddler doesn’t understand, but God help me if he teaches her to feel afraid to make mistakes around him. I told him he needs to be the adult, find a way to cope with frustration (count to 10? Take deep breaths?), and offer guidance to our daughter instead of mouthing off. And then I realized I was parenting him, yet again. Like, I shouldn’t have to do this. I want him to work through this himself and come up with a solution. To be like, “Yeah, that wasn’t cool of me. I’m going to practice x, y, z next time.” To be proactive instead of passive.
I struggle with his lack of empathy. He’s never been one to ask me how my day was, dote on me when I was sick or upset, or help me talk me through tough stuff. Honestly, he doesn’t ask me about myself at all. It’s like verbally showing he cares is too vulnerable. So he’s an acts-of-service guy. I’ve never questioned whether he loves me or not because he does take care of me in many ways (makes sure the coffee’s made, doesn’t pressure me for intimacy, never gets mad if he’s on last-minute parenting duty, consults me about his business because he values my opinion, sends me funny memes he knows I’ll like, etc.). We spend all our free time together (big homebodies, ya’ll), and we truly enjoy each other. But I’ve got a creeping concern the empathy thing will become really hard as our toddler grows up.
It just keeps coming back to communication and initiative. I’ve explained the mental load. I’ve gotten the ball rolling on organizing our lives (chore chart, anyone?). Nothing sticks – except ask, tell, remind, argue, parent, repeat.
I’m not totally sure what I’m looking for here. Yes, I’m venting, but I love this man and want to feel like we’re partners in this together.
What have you done to improve your own relationships? What are your tips, tricks and secrets? How have you encouraged your emotionally reserved husbands to open up and step up – especially once you began modeling marriage and partnership for your kids?
Thanks in advance. I know I wrote a novel. And maybe this isn’t even the most appropriate sub for this. I just really don’t have anyone to talk to about it. Lay it on me, mamas.