A NAP every day, when you're dead on your feet from doing work *he* could be doing after he gets home?
Well, I freaking give up. Forget anything I said before, I was wrong. Give him ketchup sandwiches until you get the divorce papers filed, honey, and if he asks you to 'give it up' between now and then, tell him you need YOUR damned nap first and it's going to be a nap like Rip Van Winkle took.
ARRGH! I thought we were talking about a marriage between a woman and a man, not a BRAT...