Tate and I seem to have the same fights over and over, sort of like some jerk recorded us arguing almost twelve years ago and presses play every few days. Most of these fights are ridiculous and minor, but when you have the same fight enough times, it eventually feels like a MAJOR EVENT.
Three day weekends seem to magnify these MAJOR EVENTS minor fights. Stupid three day weekends and their empty promises of relaxation and family harmony. Hmph. As if.
We own a blue, heat resistant spatula that we always use to cook eggs. My wonderful husband almost always cleans the kitchen after these special weekend breakfasts, which is, yes, wonderful. Except that it’s not wonderful when I’m emptying the dishwasher later and find that the blue spatula is still covered in egg. This has happened every time he’s been in charge of “cleaning” since we got the spatula as a wedding gift in 2001. I’ve tried explaining (Tate would say nagging. Potato, pot-ah-to) that the blue spatula must be free of all egg debris prior to it’s insertion in the dishwasher otherwise my head explodes and I become unable to fulfill my wifely duties.
There has been no change in his behavior. I’m starting to think my tactic isn’t working.
Tate is addicted to soft beverages. Every morning I find at least two empty cans of Pepsi One sitting suspiciously around the house. It’s suspicious because I’ve told (nagged?) Tate that when he leaves his empties around the house for me to throw away, I feel like an unappreciated, yet well-trained monkey. I’ve tried just leaving the soda cans out for him to throw away, but I just end up having twice as many to throw away the next morning. Threats and passive aggressive text messages go ignored.
Whenever I get on my phone or on the computer, or if I’m immersed in a good book, I’ve been told that I completely block out everything around me. According to Tate, I’m very good at appearing to listen, nodding, even responding appropriately. I don’t even realize that we’ve had a conversation until later when Tate brings up something that we allegedly talked about. (I swear this is entrapment!) The disagreement almost always turns into a full-on argument about the time I spend clicking away on my phone/computer and I get defensive and Tate gets all, “why are you so defensive,” and then I get all screamy about the importance of Words with Friends.
Every night after the kids are finally bathed, read to, tucked in, watered, supplied with specific, hard to find bedtime toys, kissed, kissed again, hugged, hugged again, Tate and I settle on the couch to battle over the remote control and television volume. Whomever is in charge of the remote control seems to feel that the television show chosen is the only thing worth watching at that moment. Honestly, neither of us is usually very willing to consider the other’s viewing interests. I like to watch House Hunters at a nice, low volume. Tate likes to watch Shoot Em’ Up gun shows at blaring levels. I’m sure he’d say that I watch Crap and Drivel at ear deafening volumes, and that he watches Important Educational Shows about Home Defense at a comfortable volume. (He’s completely wrong, but whatever.)
I’m looking forward to the day when I’ll laugh about how ridiculous these tiffs are, which will probably be when I’m old and rich enough after winning the lottery to afford someone to come in and clean up after Tate, and deaf enough not to care that Tate loves to watch the TV with the volume as high as it will go.
What ongoing fights do you have with your spouse/significant other/partner/[insert politically correct terminology here]?
Okay, first of all, here’s my tactic for the Pepsi One situation (or, in my case, the million pairs of shoes situation): take all cans (shoes) and put them in a place of HIS that HE must move to get to his comfort spot. Maybe it’s his sink in the bathroom. Maybe it’s his “man chair”. Maybe it’s his side of the bed. Maybe it’s on top of his supply of condoms. Whatever. Once they are there, they’re no longer your (my) problem and they certainly get his attention.
I’ve been married 3 years longer than you. And, I’ll let you know as soon as this tactic starts working.
And, our ongoing fight:
me: I don’t like how you are talking to me.
him: We are married! I should have to walk on eggshells around you.
me: It’s not what you say, it’s the tone you’re using. It’s how you say it.
him: I’m sorry I’m not saying it the way you WANT me to say it. I can’t always do things the way you want me to.
me: I should have to tell you HOW to talk to me.
him: well, obviously I’m doing it wrong. You have a certain way in your head that I should be doing things, like talking to you.
lather, rinse, repeat.
.-= Texan Mama´s last blog ..Weekly Winners: May 23-29 =-.
Yep – find a place of his to put them, but make sure it’s one that won’t drive you totally bananas.
As for the on-going battles – he gripes about my inability to close packages up, leaving everything to get stale. I usually get frustrated by his inability to finish a whole task – if you’re going to clean up the kitchen, it should include washing the dishes, wiping the stove and counters, cleaning out the sink and sweeping. VACUUMING SHOULD ALSO INCLUDE PUTTING THE VACUUM AWAY
There’s more, but I can’t go there this early in the day.
Texan Mama, I thought it was just me. That basic fight is 99.99% of all the fights that we have had in the last fifteen years.
Oh, yes, I know this tactic well. I quit using it when it didn’t work AND I ended up cleaning up the same empties not once, but twice. Grrrr….
oops I meant to say,
me: I SHOULDN’T have to tell you how to talk to me.
whatever. does it really matter? the same fight is going to happen pretty soon anyway since it’s been at least 2 weeks since the last one.
.-= Texan Mama´s last blog ..Weekly Winners: May 23-29 =-.
The thing he does that makes my eye twitch? Anything that does not specifically belong to HIM gets put on my side of the bedroom or, if it’s in another part of the house, ignored completely. That means that if one of our three kids has left out a sock, a DS, a book, ANYTHING, he won’t touch it or if it’s in his way, he puts it on my dresser. I then want to throw these things at him!
My husband does something similar, except he puts all this stuff in a pile near my purse that sits in a corner of on the counter. I think it’s his way of saying, “it annoys me that you leave your purse on the counter.”
My husband is all about recycling (Hurray!) but somehow that means that he leaves empty food cartons to rot on the kitchen counters until he sees fit to rip every scrap of paper off each can and properly rinsed everything (Boo!) I’ve tried doing it myself but apparently I do it WRONG.
How can having a CLEAN, rot-free counter top be wrong?
Then there’s the bedtime thing which I blogged about a few days ago. Still not headway on that one.
http://formerlygracie.com/2010/05/not-husband-bashing
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HA! It makes me laugh that you mention the recycling. The problem in my house is that when the regular trash can in the house is full, rather than take it outside, he starts putting non-recyclables in the recycle only trash can and then tries to convince me that styrofoam and glossy newprint can be recycled.
Dish towels. It drives me insane that my husband insists on balling up the dish towel and throwing it in one corner (behind the fruit bowl) every single time he uses it. I like to have it folded on the island so that I know where the stupid thing is when I need to grab it. But (regardless of the fact that he throws it in the same place every single time) he always puts it somewhere that I can’t find it when I need it. Drives me insane.
He also is in charge of taking the garbage from the kitchen to the garage. It is his job – he chose it and agrees that it is his job. But instead of taking out the garbage, he will squish it down because he insists more will fit. He will squish the stupid garbage down until I finally get sick of things falling out and take it out myself. Then he is all “What? Why didn’t you say something? I would have done it.”
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My husband likes to leave the dish towel wadded up instead of laying it out to dry. He also uses the previous day’s dish rag, when it clearly smells like a$$. I don’t understand why he can’t just grab a new one, that’s in the drawer RIGHT THERE, instead of wiping down the counters with a nasty dish rag.
Oh there are too many to count! I so hear you! We argue about the fact that my hubby never locks the doors and frequently doesn’t even take the care to make sure they are closed properly, also about the fact that he loads the dishwasher and never remembers to start it, and every time i get a chance to go out with my girlfriends for a meal and I leave him to make dinner for the kids he comes home from work and says “What should I make for dinner?” and I say “Whatever you want!” and he says” What do we have?” and I say “Open the cupboards and fridge and find out!”. Like I have some magical powers to determine what kind of food he should make the kids for dinner? And like he even has any cooking skills beyond macaroni. And why should I have to make dinner when I am going out? The whole point of going out is that I don’t have to make dinner. For anyone! We argue about it EVERY. TIME. I GO OUT.
.-= Shannon´s last blog ..The Ant Bully =-.
Oooh! YES! WE have a similar issue, it happens every single time I go out for an evening. He is perfectly capable of fixing a meal, but when I get home from my evening out, he whines that he’s hungry because all he ate was a tortilla and cheese. Kind of hard to feel bad for him when there’s a fridge and pantry filled with easy to make meals.
Are you in my house?
I so relate to this
You could be me
LOL.
We fight over little stuff too. One of the things I hate is that my husband is hyper-critical about my cooking. He mostly loves what I make, but he’ll still criticize some little aspect about it like he’s a food critic at a 4-star restaurant. It drives me nuts! LOL!
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Could you just use a metal spatula (or one that doesn’t get all eggy) instead? Though I totally get how you’re feeling. Most of the little irritations I can approach with a fairly zen-like mentality and just choose NOT to care or find an alternative solution with. But there is one issue where hubby & I don’t see eye to eye, and that is when he lays a big one in the bathroom. We live in a tiny apartment. So his logic is to open the (tiny) bathroom window, shut the door and lock the smell in, instead of letting it spread to the rest of the apartment. But for me? That just means I get the full blast of concentrated stank because I am almost always the next one to use the bathrooms (cuz duh he just laid one). So I always try to open the door, figuring it dissipates really quickly and is much less potent that way. I’m not sure we’ll ever see eye to eye on that one. I’m just counting down the days until we can move from apartment to house.
.-= Jade @ Tasting Grace´s last blog ..running parallel to time =-.
Using a metal spatula would break my rule of using metal on my nonstick pans and this is one rule he seems to understand.
And the poop smell. OH YES. I swore that when I was pregnant both times, he purposely left smellier smells for me to find.
I can totally relate to your frustration. Our ongoing fight(s), after 7 years, relate to the following three:
Him: Why can you not put the dishes in the sink stacked correctly?
Me: They are dirty and going to be washed anyway, who cares?
Him: Well, I am not going to wash the dishes until they are stacked in the sink.
Me: Huh? Good God man, just move them to the side and do the dishes!
This almost always ends with me doing the dishes.
Me: Why do you have to have all your dirty clothes on the floor by the bed?
Him: I don’t know. It is where I can find them at.
Me: Why do you need to find them? They are DIRTY.
HIm: Hurramph
Me: Walk the two feet to the closet and put them in the hamper.
Him: Hurramph.
Me: *stomps away in frustration*
Agian, nothing changes and the clothes stay on the floor becuase GOD FORBID I move them, then the planets fall out of the cosmos and the world stops spinning and he is UNABLE to find his dirty clothes, arggh.
Me: Can you watch the kids for a second so I can get a (once every other day if lucky) shower?
Him: Yeah, sure.
Me: silent “yeah right”
five minutes later, after just getting into the right temperature shower.
Him: Are you almost done?
Me: What?
Him: The baby is crying
Me: Pick her up.
HIm: I have
Me: Change her diaper
Him: I have
Me: Then just hold her
Him: No way, she will get spoiled (she is 3 months old)
Me: silent screaming in my head
Oh, well. I am sure he has as many complaints about our fights as I do and we are still married.
I started the rule that if he didn’t put his dirty clothes in the hamper, they wouldn’t get washed. Eventually when he ran out of socks, underwear, and t-shirts he started using the hamper….of course, he usually gets the clothes *right next* to the hamper instead of *in* the hamper.
This is my rule too. When DH asks if there are any clean t-shirts, I ask if they were in the hamper. He never has a response, but the clothes get picked up.
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Those sound like many of the same tiffs my hubby and I have over and over again. Especially the spatula one. Hubby is FAMOUS for that (when he actually puts things IN the dishwasher, that is).
After my grandpa passed away my grandmother told us that she was surprised to find that it is those little annoyances that she missed. She missed seeing his filthy coffee cup laying around the house, etc. Strange to think, but those little frustrations also make up a life together. Little things that you know about a person that not many other people know (unless you have a blog
). You actually miss it.
I try to think of that when I am at my most annoyed. It does work at times.
.-= Kat´s last blog .."Thank You For Your Service" =-.
I tried for an hour last night when I was writing this to end with a paragraph that basically says that it’s all the little stuff that makes up a life, but I just couldn’t get it to sound right.
I would miss these pesky annoyances, that’s for sure.
(But it wouldn’t make me sad if he started using the trash can!)
Haha! Love reading all the comments.
Ours….for 15 years now…….
Me: I can NOT keep up with / do everything (minus of course, mowing the yard, that could conceivably occur at least twice per week with no prodding…I mean really, how can we possibly let the grass get above two inches??)…..
Him: Just tell me what you want me to do………
Me: (inward groan and then silent response) Okay, “List” is now : Everything + tell husband what to do…..Great!!! (sarcasm drip, drip, drip)!!!
Love him dearly……wouldn’t trade him for the world….. he is loving and kind and a great father so I’ll deal with the “List.”
I don’t like having to list what needs to be done when clearly, if he just turned his head to the right and then to the left, it would be quite obvious.
An obvious to me…oblivious to him….point that I have been trying to make for 15 years…….I must be speaking gibberish although it always sounds like perfect and sensible English to me!!
What is that Man Speak?? I really must learn it!!
Great, now I have to feel all grateful for the stupid things my spouse does since we’re not fighting about BIG things. I have a term for the main action which causes our tiffs: Man Look. He doesn’t see that glass or the egg on (also blue) spatulas or the item one of our offspring so desperately must find. Man Look. It’s a way of life.
.-= patois´s last blog ..I Will Remember You =-.
I call Man Look, Male Pattern Blindness.
Wow this is so universal. Is that comforting or sad? I can’t decide.
Texan Mama – YES – THE EGGSHELL THING – OMG.
Michelle Smiles – My husband throws the dish towel IN THE SINK. Where it gets wet and sloppy and hence won’t DRY ANYTHING OMG.
I can relate to all of this.
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Our recurring argument that starts simple and ends as 3 days without speaking, are over the girls toys and “stuff”. If the toys seem to multiply too quickly or aren’t put away to his satisfaction, the old argument comes out. Too many toys, too much stuff. Over…and over…and over. At least a couple times a year for as long as we’ve had kids. He really likes minimalism, which I appreciate, but kids have stuff!
We have a version of this argument, too. Any time there are too many toys spilling out of the playroom (and sometimes if they playroom is not tidy enough), he starts in about them having too much stuff that they don’t even play with and we should just box it all up.
This is usually right after I’ve secretly boxed up a bin of toys and hidden it from the kids.
I thought of another one – he works at home – in an office space he carved out of our largish entry room. Since we live in an apartment, that is THE ONLY WAY I CAN GET IN AND OUT. So please, darling, stop sighin and glaring at me when the kids want to stop and say hello as we pass you. If you don’t like it – go elsewhere to work!!
Hmm. How much money is appropriate to spend on groceries. And birthday gifts for people other than our immediate family! Always a bit of eyebrow raising at that. Also, he gets annoyed at me because actually I do that thing of wadding up the dishtowel/not putting it in a regular place. He likes to walk around the kitchen, huffing and sighing with water dripping from his hands, muttering about how the towel is NEVER where he left it. But HE leaves a pair of dirty sweat socks on the floor beside his computer desk every.single.night. AND he seems incapable of actually putting things IN the hamper. They are ALWAYS beside it, on the floor. I also get mad at him because his idea of cleaning up the kitchen is simply clearing the table, rinsing the dishes, stacking them in the sink, and boxing up leftovers. No counter wiping, no floor sweeping, even when it CLEARLY needs it. And he never actually loads the dishwasher after dinner, just rinses and piles in the sink.
.-= Sarah´s last blog ..Coffee Has Turned On Me =-.
I hadn’t even thought about the eyebrow raising issues of gift purchases. Sore, sore, sore, sore subject…but okay, since you brought it up…
My husband is THE CHEAPEST MAN on the planet, except when it comes to buying gifts for his dad, not me, not his own mother, just for his dad. I remember when we were really struggling financially a few years back, he spent almost $200 on a gift for his dad’s birthday, but when I’d spend over $50 at the grocery store for a week’s worth of groceries I’d get the stink eye.
AND! He wants to get his dad a $1000+ rifle for his 60th birthday (split the costs with sister/mom) (still VERY EXPENSIVE, HELLO!), but he didn’t even get me a card for Mother’s Day.
No, no. I’m not bitter.
Thanks for bringing up this subject!
(We had the socks issue for YEARS, then suddenly one day I guess I nagged enough and he finally started picking up his socks.)
You can’t start the no gift/no card thing in the middle of the comments. That is CLEARLY a new post/subject.
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Jon is a bottomless pit, 6’4″ and skinny. Loves chocolate. We have had such epic fights over chocolate that we always have Laura’s Chocolate in the house that he can not touch.
In my defense, the fights were worse when we lived in Chicago with no car, so getting more chocolate could mean braving -40 degree weather on foot.
.-= LauraC´s last blog ..Another exciting milestone: lightning bugs =-.
My husband asks REALLY stupid questions. For example:
Me: Will you grab me that laundry basket that’s on the landing upstairs?
Him: (standing on the ONLY landing we have upstairs next to the ONLY laundry basket on that landing) You mean THIS laundry basket?
And if I say No, one of the other 12 baskets that are sitting there, then I’m treating him like he’s stupid. Come ooooonnnn….
.-= SeriousMom´s last blog ..Mom vs. spider =-.
Mine asks me the dumbest questions, too, or questions that are really irrelevant to the issue at hand.
Me: “Hey honey, I had a hard time with the kids today, would you mind getting the laundry basket from downstairs?”
Him: “Why did you take the laundry basket downstairs anyway?”
Irrelevant. Just get the damn basket.
I just called my husband in the room to read the beginning of this post to my husband. Thank you, I some how feel vindicated now. Crusty egg on spatulas also makes my head explode. Oh, and replace pepsi cans with coffee cups. Grrrrr.
Validation is really the best, isn’t it!?
My husband and I nearly came to blows over sprinkler placement the other day.
We don’t fight over the big things (money, fidelity, religion) but if we ever split up it will be over stupid crap like the way he leaves piles of toenails on the night stand. Although, seriously. Toe nails on the night stand? Is that just about the grossest thing ever?
.-= Jen´s last blog ..The "I must be crazy" Chonicles – South Dakota Edition – Crazy Horse =-.
Yes that is the grossest thing ever. Feel free to tell him I said that.
@Jen above– my husband clips his toenails in to the BATHTUB and leaves them there for me to step on when I get in to the shower. OMG.
Our biggest fight: mail comes, junk mail, coupons for me, stuff from the kids’ doctor, stuff from school, you name it–it is “mine”, and he puts it in “my pile” which is located conveniently in a hanging file folder in his basement office–where I never go. And then say, we miss a good sale, or I don’t pay a dr. bill or send in a permission slip. He says “Well, it was in your pile!!”. I’ve told him for years that I do not ever pass his office, even when going down to do laundry. I will never remember the pile.
We’re having the same issue with piles. I keep putting things in his basket in our pantry and he can never remember to check it.
Man, I think I’m in the wrong here. It hurts to admit that.
although we do argue, quite a lot, i cannot for the life of me think of an “always” argument.
and if anything, i’m probably more the “man” in our relationship.
we do argue. and usually over stupid stuff. hmm, i wonder if it’s a good thing that i just forget about it so easily??
.-= mpotter´s last blog ..it was funny to me… =-.
It’s a very good thing!
My husband is similar to you in that he can appear to be listening when he is, in fact, not. Later, when I bring up the conversation again in an exasperated we-already-discussed-this way, he asks if he was looking at me when he was talking. Not looking = not listening.
Also, my husband fills the sink with dirty dishes. I would prefer to stack the dishes next to the sink, then actually use the sink for washing or rinsing them. His way results in a gigantic mess. He calls my way lazy. I call his way WRONG.
It makes far more sense to place the dishes beside the sink, otherwise you have to do twice the work to take them out of the sink so they can then be rinsed. You win!
THE EGG COVERED SPATULA!!!! WE HAVE HAD THAT FIGHT NEARLY EVERY DAY FOR THE PAST TEN+ YEARS!!!!
(okay, and maybe the talking while on the computer thing too…)
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It must be a ‘guy’ thing. My husband makes breakfast on the weekends but won’t clean up after making eggs. Drives me batty, especially when he complains if I don’t immediately clean the kitchen after dinner. Arrgghh!
And, the computer thing?! I have passive/aggressive ignoring down to a science. No one wants to have a conversation with me until I’m doing something on my computer, but heaven forbid should I attempt to talk to either of my men folk when one of their TV shows is on.
The hypocrisy is mind numbing sometimes.
Oh yes, I know exactly what you mean about disturbing the menfolk while they’re watching their shows. And yes, yes, yes to the hypocrisy!
Clothes. Dirty clothes. On the floor. Next to the laundry sorter. The laundry sorter that has 4 compartments for easy sorting.
I also turned to the “if it ain’t in there, it ain’t gettin’ washed” tactic. It’s worked pretty well, except he will then only put items that he wants washed in the sorter. Leaving the rest of the pile on the floor, from which he just retrieved the clothes he wanted washed. What the. f&@k? JUST PUT IT ALL IN THE DAMN LAUNDRY SORTER. For crying out loud.
.-= all things BD´s last blog ..Hey, Four Eyes! =-.
I started kicking the clothes he apparently didn’t care if they were washed due to their location on the bedroom floor, under the bed. I bet if I checked under there, I’d find a whole wardrobe.
Paper towel bombs all over the kitchen. I’ve been married a little longer than you, though, and it’s seriously not worth nagging, I mean reminding him. So, until the day I die (or he does should he go first,) I will forever be throwing away paper towel bombs mere feet from the trashcan.
I feel your pain, sister.
.-= Headless Mom´s last blog ..I Take It Back! =-.
Ahem. Here we go:
The dish towel thing;
Towels not hung up properly after the shower;
Putting half-eaten stuff in the fridge, pushing it to the back and forgetting about it until its growing some new strain of bacteria;
And the BIG ONE: after me neatly folding all the laundry, he chucks his stuff into the wardrobe, uncaring about wrinkles. He does the same thing wihen taking clothes off the boys’ shelves: just grabs, lets them fall, stuffs them back up there. I might as well just grab things off the line and forget about folding;
.-= WarsawMommy´s last blog ..Those Protective Instincts Are Kicking In =-.
My husband would not know a coat hanger if it whacked him in the balls. His coats are ALWAYS draped over a chair. ALWAYS.
I? Am perfect. The end.
.-= Sarahviz´s last blog ..Memorial Day 2010 =-.
Well, OBVIOUSLY, I’m perfect, too.
Okay, I’m going to say this…but just know it’s okay. Promise. (sometimes I think I need a warning label…like, hi am divorcing but am okay.)
I miss those stupid arguments. I miss fighting over towels being left on the floor every morning. I miss arguing over cups of water being left everywhere. I almost even miss fighting over TV shows. Almost.
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Your comments are always the best, Issa. I’m glad you left the disclaimer, too…glad you really are okay.
Driving. It’s always about driving. There is no way I can ask him to slow down, put some distance between him and another car, stay in one lane, etc. without it upsetting him. It’s ridiculous. I understand not loving to be criticized, but when you drive like a maniac, it’s just par for the course. And I’m not even *that* bitchy when I complain
.-= LZ´s last blog ..Not the best week… =-.
That’s another of our issues! I’m the worst backseat driver EVER, I blame my husband’s lack of attentiveness while driving, though he claims he’s paying attention.
I like to sort the cutlery as it goes into the dishwasher. It’s really not that difficult, and yet he continues to mix stuff up when he puts it in.
If I ask him to move the wet clothes into the dryer, I have to give explicit instructions about which items get hung to dry. Isn’t it obvious that my jeans get hung up and not shrunk any tighter?
When he is ready to go to bed, he turns the television off before he heads up . . . even I am still sitting on the couch, nursing a baby or just, you know, wanting to still watch television!!!!!
He “sighs” a lot whenever he loads the car for a trip and likes to give lectures about efficient packing. I tell him he is free to pack for our three children if he wishes. If he doesn’t want the job, zip it.
I could go on and on. The comments on this post are hilariously comforting!
.-= mep´s last blog ..Flip-Flop Contessa =-.
They are comforting!
Also, the TV thing, my husband has started to do this to me and it completely boggles my mind.
Words with Friends. I like that. I’m stealing it.
Oh, yes, I can relate to this post. Big time. Just wrote a post about the male species and how I’m sick of watching educational shit on tv.
And why can’t they clean avocado off of utensils either?? It gets all crusty and gross in the dishwasher too.
Ah yes, the avocado…I know this problem well!
Laundry on the floor. Dirty clothes on the floor. Two feet or less from the LAUNDRY BASKET. Or in the living room. Or wherever. UGH!
1. Lack of talking (me to him)
2. Too much talking (him to me)
3. Waiting for me to get to the table before eating (me to him)
4. insisting that we eat together -he just doesn’t get it- (him to me)
5. Socks. GOD! SOCKS. (me to him)
6. Pajamas, dishes, everything else I leave laying around (him to me)
7. Tell me again WHY you don’t like the Bachelorette? (me to him)
8. HOW can you call glorified prostitution (the Bachelorette) TV? (him to me)
You know. The usual.
hmmmm love this post. I try to be very zen about it but really it’s tough.
Dear Spouse,…
When I ask what you’d like for dinner and you tell me that you “don’t care” For the love of all that is Holy in the world,..please do not roll your eyes at what I choose to serve,..because 1.> it’s easy 2.> the kids will eat it and 3.> YOU DON’T CARE.
I am already anticipating the needs of three little ones,..and would prefer some input before I cook,..not the eye roll AFTER.
also- if you’d like to get laid in the next century try a little foreplay- poking me in the back with your unit- is NOT foreplay.
(off soap box) hugs and kisses
your loving wife
My husband’s idea of foreplay is sighing heavily and tossing and turning in bed…he wants me to, you know, initiate. {HEAVY SIGH}
List of Outstanding Issues to be resolved by our couple. After 12 years I don’t understand why we can’t eliminate some of these item.
1. sort utensils – sort before dishwasher vs sort after.
2. Place to dry dish cloth — place to dry towels (bathtub vs hook behind door)
3. dirty socks left beside t.v. & couch (his), clothes not hung up and left on dresser (me)
4. scary driving habits (his!)
5. dining early now that we have a kid
6. rising early on weekends now that our kid wakes up at 5:45 (i.e. why would one of us have the luxury of sleeping in and the other having the responsibility to prepare breakfast)