letter to my man..rhetorical

My man thinks I've got an inability to see my role in things a.k.a. how horrible I am. I think if he only knew how much I hold back he'd be shocked senseless! If he only knew how difficult it is to maintain a family in the day-to-day-cooking, cleaning, organizing, helping with homework, scheduling, planning, corresponding, shopping, refereeing and doing it all with a smile because you are trying to present a positive outlook on life. And doing it all whilst keeping the bigger picture front and centre in your mind. When Jon and Kate plus eight broke up I thought that there was a lot of talk about what a Battle Axe she was but I thought "the woman has eight small children! She has to be tough, especially with such a slacker of a husband!" But I digress....
I guess what ticks me off is this notion that not only do I (women in general? moms in general?) have to take care of all this stuff but that I have to do it with a happy smiley voice and butterflies flying around my head. My man expects me to be happy about doing it all EVERYDAY and that if I require assisstance I'm supposed to flitter over to him and in my best Oliver Twist voice ask for some more...well, hell no!
I'm sorry if I offend but this is not a democracy. I am not the Dalai Lama. I am in charge of this family's happiness and peace and well being and you are either with me or you are not. I get that my man is tired from work, I get that the internet is really cool, I get that beer tastes better when you're on the couch but for heaven sakes man...pick up your kid, give your wife a kiss and a hug, grab the broom before she aks you, sit down with the teen and talk about Zach Efron. The rewards will be great and vast...promise.

ps. I just re-read this post. I think I may need a vacation! (or a life)