When I got home last night, Brendan brings me two loads of laundry that needs to be done. He can push the buttons on the washer as well as I can! Just because he would have to look at it and figure it out, he leaves it all for me. I told him that wasn't going to fly, but wound up doing his wash anyway.
~sigh~
I'm not doing him any favours, am I? Still, when he moans about having spent hours doing math homework and getting all frustrated with it, what can I say?
Then, Jim hit me up for cash, because his ATM card didn't work at the gas station. He is just as capable of going to the ATM as I am, and now I'm going to have to get my cab driver to stop at one so I can pay him. Did I mention that Burbie hasn't been fixed yet?
Nobody seems to be capable of loading or unloading a dishwasher, either. I tried leaving the dishes for a few days, but the sink stank and, even after I asked, nobody did them.
Of course, I'm in charge of litter boxes, too. My weak-stomached guys can't stand the smell.
I'm going to run away from home.
I haven't forgotten that they forgot my birthday last June.
It's times like this you've got to remember all the great things about being a woman aka domestc slave!
ReplyDeleteYegads. Men. Granted, I can't gripe about mine just now. I broke my arm a few days ago, and he's been postively amazing about picking up my chores. Um, I don't suggest that path to getting the men to help though. Hurts a little, yeah. ;)I'm thinking happy thoughts for you though!
ReplyDeleteGood Lord, Lisa! You're not supposed to break things! How are you going to run box office for me???
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself, kid, and that husband BETTER look after you!
Nelly, I'm thinking...tap...tap...tap...nope.
We haven't forgotten about that birthday faux pas, either.
ReplyDeleteTell them it's every MAN for himself, sink or swim, guys.
After all, you ARE Queen of the Frigging Universe.
Hah! The comedy there was I did indeed think to myself, "Oh! Box office! Wait. I need two hands for that. *sigh*"
ReplyDeleteOy, know what you're talking about here. Hey, I ran away from home one evening a few weeks ago, had to come back though, dang it.
ReplyDeleteSon decided to be helpful and load the dishwasher, used dishwashing LIQUID (crying). Took hubs and all three sons to clean that up.
My grandson used to say "Run from your life" for run for your life (lol), and when he was busy he'd say "I'm full of hands" instead of my hands are full. Sometimes I just have to find humor where ever I can find it, ha.
PS, you're too nice! Learn to say no! and take care.