Needless to say, I “lost” (no pun intended) my cleaning partner and my so called “cleaning party” was officially over. I did get a good 50 minutes out of him. I guess that will have to do for now, right? It’s a good thing we have until Saturday.
I would like to share a story with you about the argument I had with hubby yesterday. It started on Monday when I asked him to change a poopy diaper…he’s usual response, “huh, I just changed a poopy one (while he is giving me a smirk).” Which is code for – ‘I don’t change poopy diapers unless I am forced too’ because I can clearly assure you, he DID NOT “just change a poopy one”. So, like any mom, I took control and changed the poopy diaper. I wasn’t about to wait for him to get around to doing it. P would have had it dried all over his butt by that point.
However, nothing annoys me more than when I have to ASK him to do something. If he notices P has poop…50% of the time he should take the initiative and change it. Why should I have to ask him? And why on earth should I have to listen to him give me some lame (untrue) excuse, like “I just changed a poopy one”. COME ON!
I got slightly fired up…and kind of let him have it yesterday (hey, he deserved it). I ended up going to dinner with Nin and when I came home….this is what I found on my pillow from hubby: