It wasn't that long ago that my world was a simpler place. I stayed at home with da boyz, rocked out some serious yoga pant action, the husband worked random hours, and it was my deal to keep the house in some sort of order. The house may not often have been clean.... but it certainly didn't look like a bomb had blown up.
I have been busy. Really busy. And I've been steadily gone for the past week, bringing home the bacon and all of that. That's good for our family--really good for our family, because we really like living in our house and eating food! However, Mr. Mom is apparently not a concept the husband is embracing just yet. I wish I could, without shame, show you what the house looks like at this very moment. Actually, I probably will go take pictures just to prove a point before I hike up my sleeves and dive into the archaelogical dig that is going to be de-man-caving my house... Will you get to see those? Not likely.
If it didn't suck the essence of life out of me every time I stepped in the door, and if I wasn't worried about my babysitter getting tetanus when she comes over next, I'd be tempted to leave it as some kind of science experiment. I can see it now: "If you look very closely, you'll see one of the native creatures has popped his head ever so slightly above that mound of dirty laundry over there... Uh-oh, I think he is looking for his next meal and has caught our scent..." Take that, National Geographic!
I just can't leave the mess, though, which feels like the men have won some sort of game I wasn't aware we were playing. Sigh. I'm not pregnant, and this place makes me conversely want to nest until I collapse from sheer exhaustion or light a match while some heavy metal ballad plays as I walk away.
I totally get that my husband is not a cleaner. Take one look at his garage and you'll know even if you know nothing else about him. But maybe he needs to learn to be that kind of person--at least a little bit more. So, ladies and gents.... My question to you is, how do you encourage your partner to clean up when you're away? Besides the tried-and-true screaming match, that is. I would really, really love some ideas because this seems to be the one thing that is an issue with our current "arrangement".
PS - Guess who I found tinkering around in the garage when I rolled in at 11 p.m. last night? That's right....
I have been busy. Really busy. And I've been steadily gone for the past week, bringing home the bacon and all of that. That's good for our family--really good for our family, because we really like living in our house and eating food! However, Mr. Mom is apparently not a concept the husband is embracing just yet. I wish I could, without shame, show you what the house looks like at this very moment. Actually, I probably will go take pictures just to prove a point before I hike up my sleeves and dive into the archaelogical dig that is going to be de-man-caving my house... Will you get to see those? Not likely.
If it didn't suck the essence of life out of me every time I stepped in the door, and if I wasn't worried about my babysitter getting tetanus when she comes over next, I'd be tempted to leave it as some kind of science experiment. I can see it now: "If you look very closely, you'll see one of the native creatures has popped his head ever so slightly above that mound of dirty laundry over there... Uh-oh, I think he is looking for his next meal and has caught our scent..." Take that, National Geographic!
I just can't leave the mess, though, which feels like the men have won some sort of game I wasn't aware we were playing. Sigh. I'm not pregnant, and this place makes me conversely want to nest until I collapse from sheer exhaustion or light a match while some heavy metal ballad plays as I walk away.
I totally get that my husband is not a cleaner. Take one look at his garage and you'll know even if you know nothing else about him. But maybe he needs to learn to be that kind of person--at least a little bit more. So, ladies and gents.... My question to you is, how do you encourage your partner to clean up when you're away? Besides the tried-and-true screaming match, that is. I would really, really love some ideas because this seems to be the one thing that is an issue with our current "arrangement".
PS - Guess who I found tinkering around in the garage when I rolled in at 11 p.m. last night? That's right....
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