Martyr Syndrome

How is it men can be so self absorbed???? I'm working my butt off, with a weeks worth of regular laundry, washing sleeping bags, fixing a flat tire for my son, organizing a major messy room, on and on and on....and the house is TRASHED...

Then as I walk by to get a screwdriver from the drawer, he looks up from his (son's) gameboy. HIM:"Are you having any lunch?" (it's 1pm)....

ME:"um well...since I haven't even had breakfast...I'm not sure what I'm having for lunch. why?"

HIM:" well, when you get a minute, would you mind heating up a steak sandwhich?" (he grilled last night--which was a nice bonus--but I guess he's done his share of helping around the house....)

ME:"I'm sort of in the middle of something-- it isn't that tough to heat up a steak sandwhich y'know"..

HIM:"I know".

ME: ::blink-blink::

End of conversation.

So, I'm off to add "MAKE LUNCH" to my list of things to do today. I had hoped to get to scrapping today--since I haven't done it in 2 years and I need to finish these albums.

*serious martyr syndrome right now*