Much like all spouses or partners, mine drives me completely up the wall sometimes. For example... now.
I am leaving in nine days. Of ALL the moving things - including utilities, mail forwarding, finding preschool for Bug, selling/ giving away stuff, moving arrangements, movers for the moving arrangements, storage for the fucking moving arrangements (thanks again, R and C!), telephones, new-hire paperwork, transfer of medical records, banking, realtors, house-selling, AND SO ON, my spouse has done exactly two: he found us somewhere to live (faculty housing owned by the university), and watched the kids while I cleaned (and cleaned and cleaned and cleaned).
It's fine. I'm better at things involving a bazillion small details. He has a job, so I took care of it. I have the kids, who haven't suffered at all while I dealt with all these things, and who aren't feeling neglected one bit.
(Bug has now been whining and/or screaming for two hours straight. I've only been awake for two hours. Dear small child: shut the fuck up.)
However, the relentlessly negative attitude is starting to grate. I am, of course, a ray of cheerful sunshine at all times. But the negativity! About all things moving-related! "The house won't sell in a month. No way." (Full-price offer in four DAYS.) "No way the movers will come pick stuff up from storage. They'll whine and complain." (They said no problem, meet you there.) "We can't make it to the bank and to work in time." (We could have FUCKING TRIED, because, you know, it only took 45 minutes with both children in tow, which I did to make his life easier and most decidedly not because "open bank account with two screaming/fighting children" was, in any way, fun.)
Anyhow. I may be feeling annoyed, irritated, and underappreciated. Just A LITTLE TINY BIT.