Oy, husbands!
Mood:  quizzical
Topic: Bitchy rants
You know, I love the man but some days he just drives me absolutely nuts. Take tonight for instance. I've been working on getting the house in shape for the impending ma-in-law xmas special. We're getting a little preview moment tomorrow - our sister called a week back and asked if she and her daughter could come and take us out to lunch. I figured out what parts of the chore list were priority and have been working on getting that stuff done.

Now of course other crapo projects have to get done at the same time. We had to make sure the fence was hot and let the cattle out so the new ones could learn all about the thrilling human realities of property lines and electricity. Then we had to clear the last of the old cotton seed out of the trailer (oh so fun for my back) and get a fresh load from the gin. Then the hubby wanted to stand around and watch the cattle, to make sure they didn't accidentally escape despite the hotwire. Well that's fine, but I had shit to do and I was already running low on work motivation.

So I go in the house and get to finishing up the priority stuff on my list. Mind you, I've been mentioning said list for a week now. The hubby keeps asking me to peep out the window to see what the cattle are doing, as if he doesn't have eyes. We did have to chase one little miscreant back in, but so far they've been behaved. Then, after I'd finished wrapping up the xmas shopping and was on a break, he asks what he can do to help. So I give him a simple task: clean the bathroom. In fact, what I told him was to nevermind the shower entirely (because none of our impending guests intended to use it, and it was as clean as it was going to get anyway short of a sand blasting) and just clean the toilet and the sink. Satisfied that this would keep him busy for a bit, I set to the next item on the list. After a minute I hear him running the bath tap, so I go in there, and he's scrubbing the fekkin' tub! So I tell him "Get out of there! Close the curtain, nobody needs to see in there. All I wanted was for you to clean the toilet and the sink." He tells me "Okay," and gets out of the tub, and for some silly reason I figure everything is okay and get back to what I was doing.

You would think I'd have learned by now.

I finish what I was doing and go peep in on him to see how he's doing, and he meets me at the bathroom door to tell me he's done, give out, and the floor around the stool is clean and sanitized. Okay, here's a quick test for you. Look up there, where I gave him the instructions (twice) and find the two things I specified needed cleaning. Was 'floor' one of the two? Oy! The toilet: still dirty, the sink: still dirty, the floor: halfway clean.

I'm starting to suspect that the fleshy protuberances on either side of his head are purely decorative, occasionally for use to keep lenses in front of his eyes for reading, and little else. And he wonders why I don't ask him to help with the housework.

Oh, and don't even get me started on the cooking thing...