Rant
Why are men prone to be so unintentionally inconsiderate?
For example, today. I did a lot of cleaning and straightening up today, but mostly I wanted to tackle the downstairs. The "basement" consists of our laundry/storage area, the garage door (main entrance) and show rack area. I swept, vaccumed, swiffered, beat the matts outside in the cold to get the gunk out of them, then vacuumed them. It wasn't back-breaking work, but I out some time into it.
So this evening Dave decided he wanted to cut some wood for the fire with his new jigsaw.
...down the basement. Where I just cleaned.
And he knows that because when he asked what I did today, I told him I cleaned up the basement area.
And THEN, he says, "If you think of it tomorrow, just sweep up a little downstairs."
ExCUSE me?
First you make a mess of my nice clean basement, and then instyead of taking 90 seconds to sweep it up yourself, you expect me to do it?
Well FUCK you! I wish I could hire Lewis Black for [literally] two seconds so he could say that to Dave in his wonderful Lewis-Black-like fashion.
Anyway, yeah, FUCK you! I shoild sweep the wood dust up and then poor it under the sheets on his side of the bed.
But then he'd probably make me wash the sheets.
It just bugs me you know? Like I live here too. Some common courtesy would be nice. Like rinsing off your dishes. Imagine my surprise, on a night I went to bed early, upon waking up and finding a plate crusted with ketchup and mustard because someone had Pogo sticks. And I'm not talking little smears. I'm talking I-took-too-much-condiment GLOB!!
Or leaving your socks that you just took off on the COFFEE TABLE. Or the USED BANDAID ON THE BATHROOM COUNTER.
Granted, I am not perfect, and I do gross things. I will be the first to admit that I am a nose-picker and pick hair out of my butt (you know when you get heair from your head trapped up in there?), and tend to leave used Klennexes everywhere. Aside from the latter, I don't know how my bad habits hinder daily maintainence and cleanliness. The house is never "spotless"; I don't have that kind of desire or ambition, but not being able to put your clothes away after someone folds them nicely and puts them in stacks for you, or not having the common sense to NOT pee on the back of the toilet lid AND toilet seat AND side of the toilet bowl.
For example, today. I did a lot of cleaning and straightening up today, but mostly I wanted to tackle the downstairs. The "basement" consists of our laundry/storage area, the garage door (main entrance) and show rack area. I swept, vaccumed, swiffered, beat the matts outside in the cold to get the gunk out of them, then vacuumed them. It wasn't back-breaking work, but I out some time into it.
So this evening Dave decided he wanted to cut some wood for the fire with his new jigsaw.
...down the basement. Where I just cleaned.
And he knows that because when he asked what I did today, I told him I cleaned up the basement area.
And THEN, he says, "If you think of it tomorrow, just sweep up a little downstairs."
ExCUSE me?
First you make a mess of my nice clean basement, and then instyead of taking 90 seconds to sweep it up yourself, you expect me to do it?
Well FUCK you! I wish I could hire Lewis Black for [literally] two seconds so he could say that to Dave in his wonderful Lewis-Black-like fashion.
Anyway, yeah, FUCK you! I shoild sweep the wood dust up and then poor it under the sheets on his side of the bed.
But then he'd probably make me wash the sheets.
It just bugs me you know? Like I live here too. Some common courtesy would be nice. Like rinsing off your dishes. Imagine my surprise, on a night I went to bed early, upon waking up and finding a plate crusted with ketchup and mustard because someone had Pogo sticks. And I'm not talking little smears. I'm talking I-took-too-much-condiment GLOB!!
Or leaving your socks that you just took off on the COFFEE TABLE. Or the USED BANDAID ON THE BATHROOM COUNTER.
Granted, I am not perfect, and I do gross things. I will be the first to admit that I am a nose-picker and pick hair out of my butt (you know when you get heair from your head trapped up in there?), and tend to leave used Klennexes everywhere. Aside from the latter, I don't know how my bad habits hinder daily maintainence and cleanliness. The house is never "spotless"; I don't have that kind of desire or ambition, but not being able to put your clothes away after someone folds them nicely and puts them in stacks for you, or not having the common sense to NOT pee on the back of the toilet lid AND toilet seat AND side of the toilet bowl.