when I think I should just give up. But I don't have it in me. I don't have that much TOLERANCE in me that is.
On the bright side after issuing a threat and a deadline to throw away the dehydrator, he actually washed it yesterday morning before going to work. It is now back in the cabinet where it belongs.
He's remembering his boxers more often than not.
My breakfast bar? Totally trashed, as usual. I will be posting a photograph soon, if it is not taken care of soon. I am expecting company tomorrow sometime (my stepmother and a great-aunt) so it will be taken care of or I will be throwing everything away that is on it.
You'd think he would figure out that about once a week when I clean I will be extra irritable about his pack-rat, cluttering ways. It makes me feel taken for granted when I work hard only to have him trash my effort with his clutter. He says he understands of course. But actions do speak louder than words, don't you think?
~Sleeping Mommy
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
There are times
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Well thus started the birth of this blog and its many followers. (We know you're out there! Show some love people!)
Of course we're underappreciated, which sucks. If I were really appreciated, that means the maid was doing her job. Whoot!
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