Sistah Pat

Now I remember.  How my house got this way.  I live with slobs.

DH is a stubborn man.  Very. 

After 41 years of living with him, I’ve come to accept that there are a lot of things I can’t change.  I can let them drive me crazy or I can let them go.  It takes a lot out of me to try to address them or change them.  And it doesn’t work.  The best I’ve ever been able to do is to harp on them constantly but it never seems to really change the bad habits.  It just masks them a little bit.

And now I’m surrounded by DH, his protegy, DS and his “trainees”, the twins.  I spent all day yesterday cleaning and addressing issues that I’ve addressed a thousand times.  With everything that’s been going on, I’d eased up on the bad habits and they’ve gotten worse.  Examples:

Women do not pack the washer so tight that nothing gets clean, throw everything in the dryer so that it comes out wrinkled and then throw the entire pile in a basket in the laundry room.

Women DO NOT leave skid marks in the toilet.

Women don’t brush their teeth, spit out the toothpaste and leave it to dry in a nasty green smear down the side of the sink.

We don’t use the expensive white handtowels and washcloths to wash the car or do the dishes.

Women don’t fall asleep on top of the covers with our shoes on and then rant when someone wakes us up so they can go to bed for the night.

We don’t take the trash out, put the empty trash can back under the sink and walk away without putting in a liner.

Women don’t finish dinner, put the plates in the sink and then walk over to the stove with a fork and start eating out of all the pans.

We just don’t.

And that’s what I’m dealing with.  All the time.  I did a lot of cleaning yesterday and, after dealing with “man messes” for a couple of hours, I was definitely getting fed up.  All their “shortcuts” add up and pretty soon everything is ten times harder than it needs to be.

The bathroom is clean.  Sparkling.  And I’m on the warpath.  Better watch out, boys.