Over the weekend, Tom got out the cutting board and a knife to slice a tomato for his salad.
Days later the cutting board and knife are still on the counter.
I rinse out the dirty dishes that are in the sink and put them in the dishwasher.
I make iced tea when the empty pitcher mysteriously appears on the counter.
I close the bread box every time he leaves it open.
These things I do almost as rote, without thinking.
But I have to draw the line somewhere.
I refuse to put away the cutting board and knife. It won’t kill him to wipe off the board and put it back in the drawer, will it?!?!
It is taking every fiber of my being to resist the urge to put them away myself.
I must be strong.
This is naught but a game we married folks must play.
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Remember the time you threw his slippers off the back deck?
My first thought when reading this was: your husband voluntarily made and ate a salad?
I totally do this. And my husband does as well. It usually involves unloading the dishwasher.
Sometimes I wonder if they think there's an army of magical creatures that do all these things around the house. When my husband comes whining to me because he got up 5 minutes before he's supposed to leave and discovered he has no clean clothes, I yell at him. "Do you think the laundry gets done by elves? Perhaps magic laundry fairies? Or monkeys?" After I've calmed down, I also point out that if he bothered to put his laundry ANYWHERE NEAR the hampers instead of under the bed or stuffed behind the bathroom door, perhaps it would get cleaned in a timely fashion.
LOL..I hope he put them away by now.
It's like the episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where they leave the suitcase on the stairs.
You have more strength than me...my OCD would have one a long time ago.
They don't have to believe in magical elves that clean up after them, they believe there is a woman living in the house who will give in and enable them, and all they have to do is...nothing.
Forgive my bluntness; but I chafed growing up with this invisible struggle and I decide not to have it my adult life.
Thanks so much for the books. I sent you a package in return. You should get it by Monday. :) Enjoy!
They do it because they have magical elves to pick up after them, and those elves are called women.
My husband would do that, but if he lived on his own, he would find nothing strange about having a tomato-stained cutting board and knife sitting on the counter on a daily basis. That's guy DNA for you. If we got them any neater, they'd be gay.
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