So I am feeling like a much put upon wife these days. Between being busy and sick with a sore throat, hubby hasn't exactly been all that helpful around the house these days. As you can imagine, some days I stew on this a lot as I am forced to do something I had been waiting for him to do... like move the cabinets out of the front room that he bought at a garage sale over a week ago, haul the desk from the family room to the living room, pick up his drill, the drill battery and case off of my kitchen counter and *gasp* put it away.
Now I get that since I'm not working outside the home at the moment, a lot of the chores are expected to be done by me. No it wasn't an agreement.. it's just one of those silent if not reluctant understandings. Still, I expect him to take out the garbage and shift the heavy stuff. These days it doesn't seem to happen.
So the other day when he was in the bathroom, I just about snapped. You see he went to wash his hands and I guess the soap dispenser was out of soap. I heard him mutter .."... what's the point of having this if it's out of soap." OMG he so did not say that. That dispenser literally just ran out of soap. It's not like it's been out of soap for days and as far as I am concerned the implication was that I should have filled it. I was so mad I rushed in there, jabbering at him that I can't believe he just said that.. it takes like two minutes to fill it up... as I filled up the soap dispenser and all he said was it wasn't meant as a criticism of me. Oh yeah? Who was it a criticism of then, the soap fairy?
He then proceeded to explain that it's just frustrating to him to find things empty when he hardly washes his hand in that bathroom yada yada yada. But he wasn't criticizing me. Hubba what? Has he forgotten that he uses this bathroom daily to do his business since he can't stand sitting in any of the other bathrooms so that I can't even have a shower in peace if he decides he needs to do a number 2 at that precise moment. Yeah, and they say romance is dead.
This is not the only thing he finds empty around the house. He hates finding the sugar bowl almost empty and seems to think it's a conspiracy and only happens when he goes to make the tea. He fails to remember that 90% of the time I end up making the tea since apparently I just make it so much better. Yeah, it's called "things taste better when you sit on your ass and don't have to fetch it yourself". That's what it's really called.
I have to admit sometimes I leave things empty on purpose, like the kitchen soap dispenser just to see if he will actually fill it up. HE NEVER HAS. He gets the container out from under the sink and uses that until I actually take the extra two minutes to fill it up myself. Still it's aggravating trying to play these mind games with someone who doesn't have a clue.
Cause really it doesn't matter that I cleaned the bathrooms, washed the floors, did all the laundry AND put it away, cooked supper, tidied up the kids toys, dusted, washed and made beds, hauled the cabinets out to the garage, shifted the desk around.... those things all pass by unmentioned but I miss an empty soap dispenser...
well just take me out back and shoot me because obviously I have lost my usefulness around the house.