One More Thing to Balance

Lately we've had a series of ridiculous snow days (did you know that if it SNOWS a single QUARTER INCH the school must close for the whole day?  because the South).  In general, the spouse and I trade off on who takes the children, but I almost always have to take them in the mornings if school opens late.*

I'm starting to feel a little... what's the word?  Oh, yes.  Resentful.  It's not really because my spouse feels my job is less important than his job; my job is less important than his job.  It's that I feel my time is being considered as less important.  He is never, ever willing to interrupt his precious work day to leave early, or take a kid to the doctor, or come home before 5:30 unless I am deathly ill.  (When I got influenza I had to time my urgent care visit to fit in with his work schedule.  No, really.  I couldn't breathe, but god forbid the cells didn't get fed, sooooo important, how dare my breathing interfere.)

I resent the idea that all the things I'm doing - my online class, learning more programming languages, all the errands and little things I do when the children aren't with me- are all less important than the convenience of my spouse having uninterrupted work time.  Maybe some of those things are, in fact, lower priority, but are they all lower priority?

And this, dear friends, is why sometimes I long for a full-time job, solely so I can tell my dear spouse to take his uninterrupted work day and shove it.

(And now, following a discussion of What To Do Tomorrow Morning When School Opens Two Hours Late, my spouse asserted that he would toooootalllly help next week while the kids have break, if I just asked, and then my head exploded. Clearly we have some work to do.)

*If it has snowed, naturally school must open late, in case it might be ICY.  WE CAN'T DRIVE IN ICE IT'S THE SOUTH AAAAAAH IT'S LIKE GRITS IN A FAAAAAAN.