So today started off with me going over to my friends house for their "Welcome to the World" party for their one week old baby girl. Before departing from my house I asked David to clean out the fridge so we could go grocery shopping when I was done with the party. Unsurprisingly I came home to my husband sitting on the toilet and the fridge not cleaned out. So I went grocery shopping alone.
When Ariel returned home I went with her to help her clean up her new place before she moved all her stuff in. for three hours we wiped down walls and showers and we still aren't done. But while we were cleaning previous renter mess I called David to have him do some dishes and I swear that man kept trying to find a way out of it. First it was "Well I just want to take a shower and get ready for bed" and then it was "Can I take out the trash instead" and finally "Well I haven't been feeling that great today." Perhaps I would be sympathetic if he had started with that in the first place or told me this earlier. Asking my husband to do or even help with dishes is like asking him to cut off a limb.
And I think just to piss me off he took "do some dishes" quite literal. He put bowls and plates and a few pieces of silverware into the dishwasher. To make me more irritated he conveniently forgot to rinse them off first so I still had to take them out and rinse them off. I don't know what goes through David's head but I am tired of being "expected" to clean.
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