Monday, October 5, 2009

My Family Hates Me

What else could possibly explain the messes they leave behind for me to clean up?


Okay, I admit you can't see my complaint in this picture, but trust me, my husband shaved last night and the evidence was left there. I attempted a close up picture, but flashes and white/beige sinks do not mix well. Don't think for one second that I ran behind him and took this picture either. He shaved around 7 p.m. last night. He didn't go to bed until 10 p.m. He was up at 6:30 a.m. He didn't leave until 8:30 a.m. That's 5 solid hours he could have cleaned up. This is not a difficult clean up. I have Clorox wipes under the bathroom sink. Open, pull out 1 wipe, swipe, toss. Not hard, right? So how come I have to do it? Is this their way of making sure I'm not bored? Trust me, I'm not. I have other things to do.

My rant isn't just about my husband either. My 15 year old son has this wonderful tendency to leave all of the drawers open on his dresser every morning. EVERY stinkin' morning! If you follow Flylady's advice, do it and they'll eventually pick up on it - uh hello? 15 years...

So is it worth it to nag? To remind them on a daily basis of what they've done wrong and how to resolve the issue. No. It's easier for me to just do the thankless jobs they leave behind for me and then rant on occasion when I wake up in a bad mood.

1 comment:

  1. Darlin', you live with men. They just don't SEE the same things we do. And since the damn optometrists are mostly men, it can't be fixed. I'm convinced it's a nation-wide conspiracy. Possibly world-wide but I have little experience outside this country.

    Oh, and next time Chris shaves I'll take a picture of MY sink...yours ain't nuthin.