I spent 4 hours deep cleaning the kitchen and this is what it looks like not even 2 days later without me constantly cleaning up after my husband.

I mean I’m definitely more than mildly infuriated. My back hurts so bad it feels like one thousand hot knives are stabbing me in the lower spine and butt cheeks, my legs and arms go numb when I do the dishes, and sometimes I can’t hold myself up when I bend over. But it’s okay to leave me with a house that looks like this after I cleaned and cleaned and cleaned and pushed through my pain and got it done FOR OUR KIDS – because he’s doing door dash “all day and has to pick up the kids.”