Someone's Regressing

Well, so much for loving my husband at "35". Lately I feel like I have 3 children. None of them can control their tempers, their outbursts, or their love of the Wii. Meanwhile I've gnawed off my fingernails and pulled out my hair just trying to referee between all their fights. I feel like I'm Ma Ingalls from Little House....having heart to heart talks with everyone to pound some sense into them using my super sweet voice so that we can pull together as a family and bring in the crops. Lord I hate that super sweet voice. It has to be used though to avoid the misguided temper tantrums and basic dickwad attitude....of my husband. What I want to explain to my husband is this. Instead of saying to you, "The kids want to play with you, honey, it's not about the Wii. Surely there's a way that all 3 of you can work it out so they can both feel included and have some time with you." (I think Ma said that in the one where Laura ran away, again, because she didn't think she was Pa's favorite anymore.) What I really want to say is, "Are you fu*king kidding me? I don't have time for your bullshit too. I'd like to see you cook supper, clean the kitchen, complete phone calls, deal with the fights of one parent and two children...and...still have the patience to talk in the sweet voice to you. When do I get my damn temper tantrum? Ass." That's what I really wanted to say to you, honey.