OK, I know that people get tired, but is it THAT hard to make the dirty shirt hit the hamper? Is "beside the hamper" close enough? No. Is it necessary to leave dishes in various rooms? No. Do you think grabbing me and saying, "hubba hubba" is a turn on? Nope.
OK, most of this is tongue-in-cheek, but it's true of most men. My advantage is that Kevin does more household work than any man I know. He's not afraid of dishes or laundry or dirty toilets. It's just that, when I've spent a while making the house acceptable, I'd rather have it stay that way for...say....a couple of hours?
Nah, spread out on the couch watching some BS thing on the Discovery channel. I'll be fine over here. I didn't want to watch anything anyway. Dammit.
OK, rant is over. I love you honey, I really do. I'll pick up your nasty, sweaty shirt, since I know it means you spent a grueling day in the hot sun, supporting your family. I'll pick up your dishes and take them to the kitchen, then wash them, because it means you willingly eat my cooking, without ever griping a bit about the limited meals I fix, in the limited time that I have available after work.
I'll even reset the washer, after you set it on "partial load." Why would you EVER do a partial load? HUH? I mean, there are 3 loads of laundry a DAY to do around here! Damn! OK, over it again. Love ya, honey.
3 comments:
::pats Rachel on head:: you could do worse!
You always make me laugh! Reminds me of Pat. I put a laundry basket right next to the bed. He had to move it in order to get in, he still missed the basket! I give up!
Listen to your mama now. Paula
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