My ex is getting weird again.  When will this stupid house sell????

He has this thing, where if he's cleaning or fixing something, I have to be fixing or cleaning something at the same time.  When we were happily married, I would do it cuz it seemed the nice thing to do.  Now, I kinda do it to avoid having him get all uptight, cuz when he's uptight, he'll disappear and then none of the work to fix this place up gets done (his share, anyway).

Now, this past weekend, a long weekend here in sunny Canada,  I had to work.  As in, get into my uniform and earn some money.  He simply gave me unhappy looks on Sat, when I had to work 6 hours.  On Sunday, when I had to work 8 hours, starting at 3 pm, he took the kids out for lunch in the only car and didn't come home until after 4!  I had to call the manager of the store to get a ride.  

Today, I didn't have to work until 7 pm, so I did stuff around the house.  Nothing huge, I'll admit that.  Bathed the kids, measured, cut and hung fabric to hide electrical box, loaded the dishwasher.  Nothing major, but then I do a lot of stuff during the week, so I wasn't too worried.  My mom had mentioned to Bob that I would be handy to have a lot of the cleaning done today so I wouldn't have a ton to do on Monday (though if we have a showing, I'll still have to sweep, mop and vacuum; doesn't matter if it got done today)

Anyway, he's giving me frustrated looks (when he got home from going out for a few hours) as the afternoon rolls along, and I play with the kids and keep them distracted.  However, his frustration must have eroded some of his higher brain functions, because as I'm leaving the bedroom, dressed in my uniform and calling the kids so I can say good night, he tries to hand me the feather duster.  "Can you dust your room now?"

WTF?!?!?!?!  Needless to say, I was a little incredulous as I told him no.

During the week, while he and my mother are working, I dust, vacuum, mop, do dishes, tidy, wash a few loads of laundry and take out the trash.  The stuff he so resentfully did today, I do every day of the work week!  And he has the gall to try and insist I put off earning money, so he can feel better about cleaning?  Sheesh.

Just because my job doesn't earn a lot, doesn't mean it isn't a real job, with real responsibilities.  My feet ache every day, I have numb spots on my heels where the muscles are so cramped.  I wake up most days needing an ice pack on my shoulder and wrist because of a off and on pinched nerve.  In fact, I could keep listing all the crap I'm suffering, but what's the point?  Monday to Friday, I still get the housework done because of the showings, I look after the kids 9 hours a day, and on top of that I work at least 2 weekday evenings.  Saturdays and Sundays aren't days off, they're the days I get in most of my work hours!

I don't ask my ex to get up at 4 am to mow the lawn on wednesdays; why does he do the equivalent to me?