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.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Okay, I admit it. He wore me down.

I just gave up. Posting every single day wasn't working. And it was more work to post pictures every single day than it was worth when it doesn't even phase him. The sad thing is the only way to get him to pick up after himself is to yell and then start throwing his stuff around. Not across the room mind you, just picking them up and placing them into neat stacks hard.

Although I will admit to throwing a shoe at him in the Walmart parking lot when we were engaged and then a couple of years ago I was so angry I through a maglite at him as he walked out of the room and it put a hole through a door. But neither of those times were over cleaning.

I don't want to throw things and yell. That is why I started this blog, as a space to show my displeasure in hopes that he would finally get it.

Sadly, it has not worked. But I will continue to post pictures simply because it makes the passive-aggressive in me happy to share my husband's crap with the internets.

Husband's Crap Feb 16 2008

He likes to use the blender every night to make virgin strawberry daiquiris (yes you read that right) and he's used it so many times now the blender leaks. Yet he doesn't clean it up. Apparently that's what I'm here for.

Blender leaks yet he doesn't care

Yeah, it's blurry, I just can't find it in me to care.

More husband's crap

If only this house had a larger utility room/laundry room/backporch area. (We haven't even lived here a year yet and I'm already "if onlying" the house. Hello!) Also an office downstairs, with a door, would help too. But we needed the fourth upstairs bedroom much worse then a large laundry/utility room or an office. Sometimes priorities really suck.

Just a few hundred more square feet would solve so many of these issues along with many others, because at least then his crap would be out of sight.

Oh well, I guess I will just have to continue to post my pictures and gripes until we have enough money to add another wing. *rolls eyes*

~Sleeping Mommy

6 comments:

Chicka said...

Sadly, the out of sight crap grows to unbelievable proportions. If I ever took pictures of our (unfinished) basement, you'd absolutely die. There are two areas I refuse to clean (for now) - the basement and the garage. We have NEVER been able to park in the garage.

I told him if I ever send him on a fishing trip he should be VERY suspicious...

Alas, we still have tornado bombs all over the house. This will end. Soon. My way or the highway, people.

Joeprah said...

This is hilarious. I should start a new post thread on my blog about my wifes crap...so awesome. I am a stay at home dad and I get this same crap, but from my wife...strange sociological project we are running at our household. :)

noble pig said...

Seriously, can we have daily postings here because this just cracks me up to no end.

Twinklescrapbooks said...

This is the funniest blog! Ugh. My husband piles crap in the kitchen corner,too. We got new cabinets and I filled all the drawers so he could not put stuff in them and took the shelves out. He still tries to find a tiny space! LOL

ilinap said...

I am stressed out just looking at those pictures. My sister-in-law's is just like that, but it's all her stuff/mess. Being the OCD anal retentive neat freak that I am, there is no way I could live amid clutter. My husband leaves piles of paper, dry cleaning receipts, ticket stubs, and spent batteries everywhere. It's all I can do to contain his mess to the desk in the kitchen. He knows that when I start getting crazy I just toss it all into the garbage. My boys are starting to figure that out too. I overheard Bird say to Deal the other day, "You better put the Little People back in their labeled box or Mommy might throw it all out." OK, so I'm a wee bit over the top. Tell your husband he's lucky to not be married to me. He won't be the first (or last) to state that sentiment.

Anonymous said...

Sheesh - I've a partner (girlfriend) who refuses to clean up, but screams and rants (quite literally) about the state of the place. Get this: Cleaning is not a good idea because her ex-husband used to want the place immaculate so - if I clean WRONG, if I don't clean WRONG... And that's just the tip of the, well, rubbish dump...