Showing posts with label men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label men. Show all posts

Thursday, November 15, 2007

and another thing!

It never ceases to amaze me how my husband can't get out the door in the morning. I have never seen anyone so flatfooted and disorganized in the morning. Me, I lay out my clothes the night before, right down to the lingerie and the jewelry. I pack my lunch the night before so I'm ready to go - no running around at the last minute. I am "encouraging" my daugher to employ these same practices - which is backfiring a little bit because if something doesn't fit her, she refuses to take it off, once on. However, she's only in first grade so noone cares if she looks like a hobo.

Anyway - my husband gets up at 6 and leaves the house at 7:30. I iron his clothes on the weekend so all he has to do is garanimal in the morning and get out the door. Instead, I find him watching the news, or going online or not doing what he's supposed to be doing! I make the beds, I make the breakfast, I make the to go coffees, I get the kid washed and brushed - what in god's name is he doing that takes so long...half the time he forgets the coffee, or the laptop - it's insane. And he's literally running out the door because he's late. What else can I possibly do besides dress him and drive him to work??

Guess some things take time.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Men!

Ok, I've been married twice (this is the last time I swear). I love my husband, I do, he's a great guy, good looking, great with the kid and does anything I ask him to - if I make him a list. But I am never sharing my house again after this guy. I was talking to my office pal, Kim, and she has a similar problem - and a 13 year old son to boot. She told her husband "I'm never getting married again!" He thought she meant that he was so fabulous that she'd never get over him. What she meant was - I'll have a clean bathroom and a room to myself.

What is it about men that they cannot see the things that we (women) see. Why must he walk over the half dog-eaten kleenex on the floor; why can't he clean the shmutz out of the sink drain; and does he not see the hair on the soap? In the grand scheme of everything, I realize that I am nitpicking, but dammit, I work all day, I put laundry in before work, make the beds and do all the cooking and kid-related stuff. He gets 3 squares a day, thanks to me. Is it too much to empty the trash before the stuff comes flying back out because it's overflowing? Does he have to leave the dishes in the sink so I come home to them at night? Last week, as I'm dragging the vacuum out (again), he says "I just did that the other day". Ok, yeah, doofus, do you see the big yellow shedding dog and the two hairy cats - plus all the crap we drag in from the garage and outside? Just because you did it 2 days ago doesn't mean it doesn't have to be done again - what, there's a dirt timetable I don't know about??

The question really is, "why do I have to ask"? Why can't he just do it?