My husband unexpectedly brought our two grandchildre, 3 and 5 home Sunday afternoon and had told them I would help them plant flowers. I had had some good days and had overdone and was desperately needing a nap after church. I went to bed instead of planting flowers. Now my husband says I make him depressed because he never knows how I will feel, it's a different symptom every day and sometimes I (gasp) stay in bed all day. Also griped about my not cleaning up the kitchen when I am barely able to nuke me a quick lunch -- he does cook his lunch--lives on hamburgers and doesn't clean up any mess anywhere. Imagine the smell of hamburger grease when he refuses to clean the grill EVER. Apparently can't see messes or thinks they are my duty. He says I am not a good grandmother because I don't travel six hours to see two of the four and don't do enough with the two local ones such as going to every school program and sitting them on my daughters demand. I am so hurt. He takes so many vacation trips I can't go on and won't travel with me unless he can drive 8 hours on the interstate with no stops. If travel can possibly be there and back in one day he refuses to stay in a motel. It's hard to have self-esteem living with this.