A frustrated wife and mom decides to document her husband's crap. She is joined by several other frustrated bloggers living with packrats and slobs.
Photos document clutter and unfinished chores along with dates in an effort to prove that she is right and he is wrong.
Please do not assume to understand the relationships between the contributors and their spouses based on the content of this blog.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

Sapping My Will To Live

This is becoming a common phrase for me. I'm tired. Why?

My husband's crap is completely wearing me down. My standards are being continuously stripped away through sheer exhaustion. I feel like just giving up and letting the clutter monster, the packrat, the slob that is my husband take over.

I don't want to do laundry and I don't want to do the dishes (several days worth are stacking up in the sink right now) and I don't want to vaccuum or put anything away or dust or anything else. Why bother? He will just come in and trash it.

It's his responsibility to clean off the stove of the dinner dishes and put them in the sink for me to clean. These were left overnight. As usual.

We have at least five baskets/organizers to sort all of the mail and other counter clutter into. He refuses to put these things away into their approapriate place as they come in. Instead it's "I'll get to it later." Later? You mean a month from now when I stop asking nicely and start screaming about it?

The dining room table is not your storage for your stereo equipment. If the children decide to play the drums on these subs its your fault not mine.

More stereo-related clutter in the form of that box and pipe combo. It's been there for over a week now. He promised he would get it put away--10 days ago. The child's seat? Been on the porch since the day after we bought the van (mother's day weekend) because I was putting it in the the van for the baby when I discovered it was broken. I wanted to throw it away, he won't let me. Says he will do something with it. Meanwhile the baby has outgrown his infant seat carrier and needs a new car seat. the porch swing broke the same day he said he would take care of the box/pipe thing and he said he would fix it (when? in a year or ten?) and finally he went to an auction and bought those godawful candles. They are Christmas decorations. He has the worst taste in Christmas decorations and I've repeatedly told him not to buy anything without my consent.

Ah, the fan box. Been hanging around the house about a week or so.

Moving onto the bathroom. He has a drawer at least a foot deep to store all his magazines in the bathroom. These are MORE magazines piled on top of the counter. I'm so close to going in and throwing THEM ALL AWAY. DO YOU HEAR ME MY LOVE? I'M GOING TO TRASH THEM IF YOU DON'T DO SOMETHING!

And the ever present pair of boxer shorts in the bathroom. He seems to think that by putting them on the window sill that he is putting them away. NOPE. WRONG. They do not belong in the bathroom at all. Three guesses where they belong people. I bet YOU guys can get it right.

Can anyone tell I'm reaching the end of my rope? It's either going to mean my totally giving up and letting the place go to shit OR it will mean me burning the place down. Wonder which would be better?

~Sleeping Mommy


Katy said...

bwahahahahahahah that is a lot of crap.

Christine said...

Want some of the big black garbage bags that I use to throw all John's crap away??? Your husband would probably pick through it and take the shit out like J. What is wrong with these pack rats???

Arethusa said...

I am noticing a trend with the crap on the dining table. If I get married, we just won't have any maybe.

You sound completely exasperated, I'd say good luck and all hope he gets to it soon, but that will likely not make a difference. Maybe you could knock some sense into him? Literally?

Sheri said...

oooo that's some serious cleaning up he's got to get working on. Best of luck.... I hope he doesn't miss the stuff when you throw it out... um yeah - the xmas candle has GOT to go.

warcrygirl said...

Ah, I'm the one who's guilty of letting stuff pile up and say "I'll get to it later" and later never comes (my bad). Of course I'm also the one who does ALL of the yard work.

Just tell him what I tell my hubby: You're going to take care of it yourself (i.e. throw it away) and there's nothing he can do about it. I mean, you're the one who's home all day, right? And if he brings it back in take it right. Back. Out. Rinse, repeat if necessary. Keep this up until he gives in (about a week or so).

Men are really easily trained, it's just time consuming...

warcrygirl said...

P.S. This blog has been linked at My Ex Was A cheapskate (link at my blog). I meant for her to link the Cure but she linked here instead. Just wanted you to know! :)

Chicka said...

Warcry, it is very time consuming. I don't think I would've given an animal this long to "housetrain." LOL! (Ten years this October coming.)

Alas, I have the same problem - packrat husband who let's things where he puts them rather than putting them away. If the inside of the house is my "job" (according to him) and the outisde is his job, then I'm gonna start blogging about our Sanford and Son backyard. We don't even live in teh country where it's a pretty safe bet no one will see your crap. I gave him one week before I blog it. But I may start sooner! LOL)!

Aim... good luck sweetie. It's all considered nagging to them and I've given up on it. Now I just start to toss crap and see how long it takes him to notice. I'll be playing the same game with him that I do with the kids. If I have to pick it up, it becomes mine. And I'm inclined to throw "mine" away most times.

Bumbling Bav said...

I can not find the floor in my bdrm b/c my daughter dumped over 3 loads of clean laundry. He (my husband) was going to help me pick it up on the weekend. It is all still there. Good luck finding your underwear at 4am... cause I ain't gonna help him!

Heather said...

I can relate. I am not the very neatest of folks myself, though!

FunkyB said...

Oh honey... this is all just so wrong! FYI - while my honey is great about doing the dishes (when he feels like it) I can completely relate to the magazine.

Bonfire anyone?

Stacey said...

you are not alone!!
I decided to get stubborn and not clean my half of the apartment until my husband cleaned his half. It was so disgusting, I had to photograph it!