Self-cleaning Model
Husband that is. Where the hell is mine? Why did I get stuck with the pig stye making kind? I got home not even thiry minutes ago and I’ve already filled the dishwasher and started it, washe a sink full that wouldn’t fit into the washer, gathered up two bags of trash and pick up enough clothes to filll an entire basket. Why can’t he pick up after himself a little?
You know, I know he feels like crap, but damn, so do I. He isn’t any sicker than I am, so why can’t he do a couple of things around here? Shit the least he could have done was fill the dishwasher. I didn’t cook here today. He made the mess all on his own. Shithead.
ARGGGG!!!! Oh well. Can’t bitch at him while he’s asleep. Maybe I’ll kick his butt tomorrow.
Going to bed now.
Y’all take care and hug those babies tight.
Mandy
Ovarian cancer: It whispers, so listen.
Some of those things just aren’t as important to him as they are to you. At least, that’s how it is around here. I just grin and bare it because I know that no matter how much nagging I do, Mike won’t see the sink full of dishes as quite the big deal I do. I try to focus on the things that he does do that are wonderful. But heck, we all need to gripe about it so go ahead and rant darlin’. *hugs*
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It’s the opposite around my house. LOL
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It’s genetic I’m sorry to say. My husband is the same when he’s sick…drives me insane! *hugs*
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