Double Standards

I despise them. They're one of my BIGGEST pet peeves and I have little to no respect to anyone who has them. With that being said, this past week I think God has my attention on respecting my husband. I guess that would be why this week was FULL of double standards on his part.

He can take his time with things when I ask him to do something for me but if I don't jump the second he asks me to do something (or if it's not done the same week at least) I definitely hear about it.

Example: I wanted the bedroom changed around for the LONGEST time (probably since we changed it after Shiloh was moved out of our room and into her crib as a baby). I told him multiple times that I didn't like the bedroom the one way and wanted it back the other way. Well, he didn't like it that way so it didn't get moved...UNTIL about 3 weeks ago when HE was ready to move it. Who does that sound like?

He can talk to me a certain way in front of the kids but I can't talk to him a certain way in front of the kids.

Example: if he's handling something wrong with them I'm not allowed to address it right then and there (when we're both thinking about it and when it's an issue...instead of forgetting about it or being afraid to bring it up later for fear of starting a fight and side note, I feel like I can't takl to him about ANYTHING so things just build up and I respond in anger) but he's allowed to address something in front of the kids if I'm not handling something the right way. Like last night at the bookstore. Karis had a little butter packet from Panera Bread and Kenny was making the biggest deal about her giving it to him so he could throw it away. Seriously, WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL?!?! It's a butter packet!!!! Let her hold the damn thing!!! So I said something very similar to him and he gives me a look and says, "Don't do that." Later on, when we got home, I started cleaning up Karis' room before bedtime (since no one else does it) and Kenny had been walking past the stuff for days and I got huffy and he YELLS at me in front of Karis! Seriously?!?! So it's okay for you to do it but not me?

And on top of all that he was hoping to get laid that night?! I don't think so. I don't see any friendship qualities these days so why would I want to be intimate with someone who isn't a friend? There's no kindness, no respect (and it's not just on his part, I know that, but I think my issues are in direct response to how he acts and treats me...I don't just act that way because I'm a bitch, someone has to provoke me to respond that way).

I've noticed that these (and so many more) double standards are causing me to harbor anger and resentment. I can't stand it any more.