I don’t really post grumpy husband rants because he doesn’t bug me that much…he’s a great husband, but today, he went on some crazy “I can’t take all these toys…”bullcrap and pissed me off. Yes there are toys everwhere, but NEWSFLASH we have KIDS…gasp, your kidding. When did they get here? He might as well have said…I’m not a pristine housekeeper like so many of my good and even not so good friends, but part of the mess is his. For example, as he’s stomping around mumbling insane stuff under his breath, he manages to look right past the box of his work crap which has been sitting on the coffee table (really the table is a cute antique trunk, in case you’re wondering) for four days. It’s still there now. He literally didn’t see it.
Same goes for his pain in the ass piles (not hemorroids, but extraneous crap piles) of clothes, dirty and clean, piles of magazines, crap from his pockets, mail, shoes, and dishes he can get to the sink but not into the dishwasher six inches to the right…He can’t see any of this…So I give him the business (not the fun kind) and shuffle him off to his mother’s with the kids for dinner.
He grew up with a perfect home–his mother never slept–so he has this nutty expectation that things magically clean themselves up. I could be better at being a housewife, I know. But I ‘m writing a book, taking care of kids, putting away his damn piles. So yes, the toys spread. I’m tempted to take photos…that’s a great idea. I’ll post some soon. ..they’re home….