I'm Married To A Child

I don't even know how this happens.

And what's funny is, the hubs always tells the teen child, "Use a coaster." The child drinks out of insulated tumblers that don't sweat, so a coaster isn't even needed.

The last time he said it, after the kid left the room, I pointed out the ring to the left...that he had made. As usual,  I was met with denial and rolling eyes.

Yesterday I noticed the lovely white ring that he made. He's not said a word. What's worse? His coaster....on the arm of his chair.

What does this mean for me? Much like the stair railing, something else I get to refinish.

This Is Embarrassing

I don't sleep in our master bedroom. He snores and I suffer from insomnia, so for the last several year I've set up camp on the sofa. Which means, I am up when the house is up. Basically everyone walks into my 'bedroom' every morning so I have no choice but to wake up and start my day, regardless if I'm running on just several hours of sleep.

The master bedroom is a wreck. We've not gotten a new bed, so the mattress is on the floor which I don't mind....but the rest of the room is crazy. His dresser is a mess, stacked HIGH with crap. The bathroom is insane.

My side is always clean. I can't use my bath tub because he uses it as a hamper, even though I bought him one.

God help me.......

He'll say, "Well, you have boxes in there!" Guilty. I do have a couple of boxes from our move that I have not emptied yet. I'll own up to that. But I don't think my boxes are really the source of the mess in this room.

Chair Mess

My husband's chair area is always a mess.  It never matters that I get storage for things. It never matters that I have a filing cabinet with labeled file folders for every slip of paper known to man.

But, sometimes, I just can't take it.

It took me all of ten minutes today to organize this mess. Everything has a place, and I just put everything in it's place.

I hate being married to a pig and I hope to get him back to his neat and tidy self I knew.

Segregated Bathroom

It never fails. Each time I enter our bathroom, I have to shove the hubs'stuff to his side. Can you guess which is his?

I even have baskets under his sink for everything! But can he use them? Oh no. That's to hard.

And emptying the trash can is great, but much like the hamper...it's not done until it reaches it's final destination.

Ugh.

Is It Too Much To Ask?

Sometimes I just want a bath in the bathtub....and not a shower. It's not too much to ask. Is it?

Apparently in this house, it is.

Generally, it's the women who muss up the bathroom with our hair and face and body products. We strew our crap all over the place. Right? Not here.

Here, it's the man who puts dirty clothes in the bathtub, while the hamper sits just outside the bathroom door. It's the man who's crap is strewn all over the sink basin and countertop. It's the man who can't clean up after himself!

I'm on a very short rope, people. Very short. And it's about to hang the mister.

Orbital Chair Mess

No matter how many times I clean the mess that orbits my husband's chair...this is the end result.

April 16, 2011

It was Saturday, and I was cleaning up...Our anniversary gifts...my birdhouse gift, his wrapping from his gift behind it...laundry behind that...lazy cat on the chair....and his socks.