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.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

I wouldn't mind the tools sitting out all the time if they had been used in the past YEAR!
- Cathy Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

where did you put my shoes????

In the photo below, note where the little girls have put their cowboy boots and Dora shoes, and then note where my 32 year old engineer husband put his shoes, despite having seven empty spaces for his own shoes. --Lovingly submitted by Dusti, Insane Preschool Mom.

Monday, January 23, 2006

Husbands have two types of crap. This is an example of type A (think up your own word to go with the letter). Type A crap is stuff that husbands are just too important to clean. They may claim that they are going to clean it, but they never do because they are sooo busy.
- CathyPosted by Picasa

Husbands have two types of crap. This is an example of type B (think up your own word to go with this letter). Type B crap is stuff that only husbands are allowed to touch. Wives and children should never, ever touch this valuable crap. It is organized in a way that only husbands can understand. Moving it even an inch will cause hysteria as the sense of order in the husband's universe is suddenly disturbed.
- Cathy Posted by Picasa

Sunday, January 22, 2006

Progress, I suppose

For those of you who asked, no the fish never did smell. It was in the tank of water and you couldn't smell a thing coming from it--maybe because of the filter?

He finally flushed the contents of the tank. It took yet another comment about it from me yesterday while we were out shopping referencing how he never does anything I ask him to and how he obviously doesn't care how I feel. He denied it vehemently and asked for proof. Stupid stupid man. Doesn't he realize that is the purpose of this blog? (Yes he knows about it, but rarely comes here. He knows me well enough to know I don't pull my punches when I threaten to do something though.)

Now the small aquarium the beta was in, is sitting in the bathtub full of water "soaking."

I know he thinks I'm going to clean it out...

We shall see.

As for the rest of the crap. It's still where it's been. No change there.

We did get into it yesterday afternoon over his constant putting empty boxes on the counter and filling them with trash instead of putting them in the trash can. His reasoning is that those empty cartons and boxes fill up the can too quick and it's a waste of space.

I asked if he does any cleaning around here. He does not. Therefore he gets no say in how the trash is handled in this house.

He did it again with an empty pretzel box last night. I turned around and looked at the kitchen counter where the offending box sat and looked at him somewhat calmly and asked if he had a death wish. He bitched the whole time but got up and threw it away.

Will he ever learn?

~Sleeping Mommy

Friday, January 20, 2006

Nature is a bitch and so am I

It's been months since I posted anything here. I mean what was the point? He didn't care. It didn't seem to make a difference and to be quite frank, he's wearing me down people.

You heard me right. I'm turning to the dark side. I've given in and admitted defeat. Well, maybe not quite yet.

I think we've hit an all time low around here. I have photos of the clutter to post but really what is the point? I'll just end up picking it up or yelling at him until he does it anyway.

I already cleaned up this mess:

He's taken care of some of this (he's not responsible for the ceramics/bisque and paint supplies) since I nagged him about it incessentantly:

This crap? This crap is still there minus the cardboard box. When will he figure out my kitchen counter is not storage for his tools?

But this takes the cake:

That's a dead Beta folks. It's been there for over a month. I asked him very nicely to remove it because I always have to do the gross stuff around here. He's been promising for a month he would take care of it.


~Sleeping Mommy

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Ants in Your Pants

My husband has a glass on his dresser. It has orange juice residue in it. It has been there over a week. I'm not fucking moving it.

This has also been posted at The Peevery