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

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

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.

I REFUSE DAMN IT.

~Sleeping Mommy

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

~Jen14221

Still there.

UPDATE!
He noticed the can and said, "You leaving this here in rememberance of me?" Quite a smart guy, my husband.

BTW, he threw it in the trash.

Heh.

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The hubby is coming home for a few days and THE EMPTY DIET COKE CAN IS STILL ON HIS NIGHTSTAND! Woot! I did knock it over trying to unplug something the other day, but I sat it right back up where it was. Go me!

-Sherrypg

It's me vs. the crap.

I just want y'all to know that my husband has been mobilized and will be gone for a year. Therefore, the crap he has left behind? How long will I let it sit? Think I can make it a whole year? Any bets to be placed?
-Sherrypg

Are you shitting me?

On Sunday morning I tidied up the living room a bit. Friday and Saturday's newspapers were still piled on the ottoman so I moved them to the couch, intending to put them into the recycling bin later.

Later that morning my husband was lounging on the couch and I asked him if he had put the papers out. "No", he replied. "I shoved them under the sofa".

The terrible thing is that I thought he was kidding, until later on when I saw the papers peeking out from under the sofa.

-Jen14221