Ever feel... invisible?
Maybe it's me, but I'm not feelin' the love from Joe lately.
He gets home from work at 2:30 - 3:00 in the afternoon. When I'm done work at 5:00, I go pick up the kids, drive home, lug them & all their stuff into the house, take off/hang up jackets, supply snacks, make dinner, clean up after dinner, give baths, then put aforementioned kids to bed.
For the past few days, when I come home, he heads downstairs to work on the car or putter around in the workshop, or download some music/play on the computer. He comes up for dinner, then usually heads back down for another half hour or so. He'll come back up to watch some tv, play with the kids, then head to bed around 10ish. Couldn't he do that crap before I get home?
Last night, He went up a little after 10, I headed up around 11. When I walked past our door heading to the bathroom for my nightly ritual of peeing, hand washing, contact removal, make-up removal, face washing, teeth brushing & hair brushing, the tv was on & he was sitting on the side of the bed.
In the 5 minutes it took me to complete my pre-bed maintenance, the lights were off, the tv was off & he was lightly snoring. I think he was faking.
I don't think that there's anything going, I believe that he's faithful. (I'd kill him if I found out otherwise) I just think that maybe he's been working too hard.
Just sometimes, I feel like an afterthought with him. Like I'm the absolute last person he thinks of. There are days where he enthusiastically greets the kids when we come home, "Hi Mags!! I missed you ALLLL day today!! How was school? Hey there Willz!! What's going on big guy? Gimme some knuckles!!" To me, "hi. what's for dinner?"
I'm not asking for a friggin' marching band, but damn! A little affection would be nice.