Okay, ladies, be honest, don’t men just make you want to scream at times? Tonight my hubby not only made me want to scream, but he also made me want to prove a point. And to be honest, I’m still contemplating whether to do what I’d like to do in order to prove a point. You see, he had the nerve to accuse me of not doing anything around the house — oh boy! Yes, I held my tongue to avoid a feud, but the whole time a thought was going through my head, which I’ll reveal soon. In the meantime, let me tell you what happened. Well, that is if you’re up to listening to me vent. 😉
It all started when he asked me if I had washed socks yet. I kindly told him I had not gotten to them yet, but I said I would get to them tomorrow. I do avoid the laundry as much as possible, because every time I wash a load of clothes I have to watch the drain, which is in the middle of my living room floor (we live in a basement home). The reason I have to set by the drain is because the washer backs up through the drain. Therefore, if I don’t set and wait for the rinse cycle so I can suck up the water in the shop vac, it floods my living room. The washer goes through two rinse cycles, so I have to wait for the first cycle, catch the water, and then hurry, drag the shop vac full of water out the door, and dump the water so I can catch the second rinse cycle. Needless to say, I’ve had to do this for a year now, and it’s getting old! That said, when hubby asked me if I washed the socks and I replied no, I also told him to check the hamper of clean clothes to see if he had a pair in there for tomorrow. Well, this got him fired up even more and he blurted out that I was lazy and didn’t do a “d***” thing around here!
I admit, I hate folding laundry and putting the clothes away, so most of the time the clean clothes stay in the hamper or on the couch. However, I do try to keep the dishes washed (the dishwasher is a lifesaver) and the house clean.
Many writers say they can’t find the time to keep their house clean, and there has been a couple times I get a little behind on housework (mainly the dusting), but I’m the type of person that can’t stand to live in a messy house, so I keep it as clean as I possibly can. It’s not spotless, but it’s clean. In addition to all that, I manage to try to have supper ready for him when he gets home from work at five o ‘clock in the evening.
I write my update for Soaps and usually have it written and live an hour before hubby’s due home. Just as soon as I finish writing and posting my update for Soaps, I head to the kitchen to start supper. I do understand that he works harder than I do because he’s a heavy equipment mechanic, and he works outdoors through the heat and cold temperatures. Nevertheless, I can’t for the life of me get him to understand just because I work at the desk doesn’t mean I don’t need help at times. Of course, I guess since he’s a stubborn man, he’ll never get it.
As I said earlier, I didn’t want to start a big fight, so I held my tongue, but the more he bitched (pardon my language) I felt the need to defend myself, so I retorted, “You’re telling me I don’t do anything around here. Don’t you get supper every evening? Does this look like a mess to you?” I asked, waving my arms in reference to the living room, which was clean.
“Yes,” he replied.
Well, that was a shocker! And with that I added, “Well, why don’t you fix anything around here then? Maybe if you fixed the drain, you would have clean socks.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, a few minutes later, he kissed me goodnight and told me he loved me.
After hubby went to bed, I couldn’t help but be a little bothered by the fact that he would call me lazy. I even mowed the yard for him this weekend, and what does he offer to help me with? Well, most of the time… nothing. I take out the trash. I load and unload the dishwasher. I cook the supper… I could go on and on, but enough said.
Since I was, and still am, a bit frustrated, I thought to myself, what if I show him lazy. I could take a couple days off and not have any supper ready for him when he gets home. Plus, I could let the dirty dishes pile up in the sink and in the living room, leave the trash lying around on the tables, etc. I wonder what he’d say then. Maybe he would think twice next time, before he accuses me of not doing anything. The problem is, though, I’m not sure I could stand to let my house get that bad. Besides, I would just have a bigger mess to clean up later. Although, just to see the look on his face a few days later might be worth the suffering. What do you think, ladies? Do you have any better ideas?
If you made it this far, then I thank you for listening to my dramatic rant. At least I feel a little better now that I’ve gotten it off my chest. I think I’ll get back to writing.