My husband sounds like a complete d**k when he gets home from work and I couldn’t be prouder

I’m a stay at home mom to our 2 kids, 5 (m) and 2 (f) and I know it’s hard work, but today was by far the worst day we’ve had in awhile. <br><br>My son is in school until 3:30 and my daughter is usually pretty good, so it’s not like they’re bad kids. Today, however, was different. <br><br>My daughter sounds like a cat being neutered and won’t shut up. Usually it’s just a little fussing here and there, but today she sounds like she’s being murdered and won’t stop.<br><br>I was very patient with her and she went down for a nap around 10am. She slept until 1:30 and didn’t fuss at all when she woke up. <br><br>She was being super clingy today, so she had to be on me at all times. I get home, fed her (she’s 2, not a baby anymore) and put her on the floor so she could play while I did a few things around the house. If I get up, I leave her on the floor. She’s 2. I don’t just leave her on the floor, she’s got toys and snacks. I leave that room for a few seconds and here comes the wailing. Then I have to pick her up and let her sit on my lap. <br><br>While she sits on my lap, she decides she’s starving. I feed her. Then she decides she’s thirsty. I get her a cup. (And yes, she can do all this by herself, but I love her and sometimes I like to do things for her) <br><br>Then she decides she’s bored and needs to be entertained. So I sit there and play cars with her. We get bored with that. I read her books. We get bored with that. She watches tv. She gets bored with that. So, I let her play on my phone. (She has her own tablet, but sometimes she likes to play on mommy and daddy’s phone. It’s hard to say no sometimes) <br><br>She wants snacks. I give them to her. She decides she doesn’t want snacks anymore and throws them on the floor. I tell her no, and she throws more snacks on the floor. Then she’s upset because she wants snacks and I get up to get her more snacks and she’s pissed off. <br><br>I leave the room for 30 seconds, come back, and she’s upset. I spend the whole rest of the morning trying to entertain her, and she won’t leave me alone. She’s whining. She’s fussy. She’s just overall being a brat. <br><br>She decides she wants to take a nap, but only if I sit on the floor with her. I agree. She takes a nap and I go make myself some lunch and do some laundry. I realize I haven’t ate yet and decide to sit on the floor and hide and eat. She finds me and starts screaming. I get up and try to comfort her. She won’t leave me alone. <br><br>My son gets home and immediately makes a mess of the living room. I ask him to clean up and he says yes. I think, “Yay, now I can go spend some quality time with my daughter and focus on my son later.”<br><br>I go back to check on my son. I step over the pile of toys he left on the floor and see the massive mess he made. I ask him again to clean up and he starts throwing things at the cat. I take the cat and go in the bedroom. I shut the door and start crying. I don’t even care that my son is probably still throwing things at the living room. I shut the door and listen to my daughter sounds like she’s dying because she wants to be on mommy and daddy’s bed. <br><br>I finally calm down enough to see my husband pull in the driveway. As he goes through the front door, I hear him ask my son, “What is wrong with you?!” Then I hear my daughter screaming, “DADDY!!” I come out of the bedroom and see him staring at the mess my son left. Then he turns his attention to my daughter. “Stop!” He says. “You’re being a brat right now and that’s not okay.” Then he turns back to me, “How was your day?”<br><br>That’s when I lost it. I started crying and told him how awful my day was. He hugged me and told me how proud of me he is and how he couldn’t do what I do. <br><br>My husband is sounds like a complete d**k when he gets home and I couldn’t be prouder.