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So. Desperate Housewives was about to come on, and I was cleaning the kitchen. Matt walks in "Don't worry baby, I'll do that".
Now I absolutely hate leaving Matt with any responsibility to do with cleaning, and not because I'm a good housewife and don't like to see my Man doing woman's work. No no. It's because my man is pretty hopeless at doing housework. Incredibly hopeless.
I yabbered off a quick list of things that needed to be done, and he said "Yeah no worries".
It should have taken about 15 minutes.......but it didn't. He's outside hanging washing (another thing men are no good at!!!! They peg things all wrong......). So I go to the kitchen, and sure enough he only actually did one thing that I asked....and half of another. So I heard him come back in and he didn't return for a while so I quickly ran to the laundry, where sure enough, he was loading more washing.....
"Please don't" I say.
"I'm just putting more washing on" says he.
"Please, just....please just go sit on the couch".
Good thing. I opened the machine and there were tissues in pockets!!!!!!! It could have been disastrous.
I've been making up charts that I plan to stick in each room with daily, weekly and monthly instructions of things that need doing..........(for the occassions when Matt offers a hand..... and it serves as a friendly reminder for myself, not that I forget, I just need lists!! LISTS) I was starting to think that maybe I was a little oh I don't know.......obsessed and paranoid, but really...... some things just need to be done properly. Or I flip my lid.
Flip.
It.
In other news, Charlie walked from the end of our bed to the door (about 1.5m) without falling over. It was so cute. Every day he can go a little further.