Just askin'....
Monday, October 2nd, 2006 08:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
auntbijouDear Husbandly One,
Why is it when I do the laundry, EVERYONE ends up with clean clothes... you know... clean pants, clean shirts, clean socks, clean underwear... but... when YOU do the laundry, you, the Impertinent Daughter, and the Impossible Son have clean clothes... but I don't?? I mean, it's not like my dirty clothes are hard to find... they're in the laundry hamper, where I see you rummaging when it's your turn to do laundry. This, of course, is unlike you and your offspring, who seem to just throw your dirty clothes wherever you feel like it, leaving me feeling like I'm on a scavenger hunt when it's my turn to do laundry. If there's only two pairs of clean socks in your drawer, it's because I couldn't find the others. Remember, hon, if I can't find 'em, I can't wash 'em.
And why do you keep moving the kids' backpacks in the morning??? I mean... I hang them on the back of the dining room chairs for a REASON!!! So I can FIND them in the morning... you know, mornings? When my brain is at its lowest ebb?? And barely working?? I'm already spending inordinate amounts of time looking for shoes, do I really need to spend MORE time looking for backpacks, too?? And for what possible reason could you have moved the Impossible Son's back pack from the dining room to the BACK OF YOUR CLOSET???? All this while YOUR daughter is moaning, "We're going to be late, Mom, we're going to be late!!"
"Hey!" I snapped back over my shoulder, "rather than being the prophet of doom, how about you HELP me??"
Of course, at ten, her idea of helping me look is to wander aimlessly through the living room, though she did find her brother's shoes on the table where I set them after finding them in the BACK YARD!!!
Okay, so I was searching for a backpack, trying to get Mr. Manzie awake and dressed, AND trying to find something moderately clean to wear, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!
No.... I am NOT a happy camper.
Dearest, most darling, and beloved of Husbandly Ones, if you feel compelled to move the backpacks hanging on the backs of the dining room chairs, even after I have explained to you time and time again why they are there, then please, please, please, do not move them from the room. Just... set them down in the seat of the chair they were hanging on. Or put them on the living room couch. Really. Because the morning hunt for backpacks is starting to age me. Really. Any day now, wrinkles, silver hair, and a dowager's hump (from digging under the bed and other unlikely places) that's what you're going to find! All because you keep MOVING THE BACKPACKS AND PUTTING THEM WHERE I CAN'T FIND THEM!!!!
Okay. There. I feel better now. Rant over.
Why is it when I do the laundry, EVERYONE ends up with clean clothes... you know... clean pants, clean shirts, clean socks, clean underwear... but... when YOU do the laundry, you, the Impertinent Daughter, and the Impossible Son have clean clothes... but I don't?? I mean, it's not like my dirty clothes are hard to find... they're in the laundry hamper, where I see you rummaging when it's your turn to do laundry. This, of course, is unlike you and your offspring, who seem to just throw your dirty clothes wherever you feel like it, leaving me feeling like I'm on a scavenger hunt when it's my turn to do laundry. If there's only two pairs of clean socks in your drawer, it's because I couldn't find the others. Remember, hon, if I can't find 'em, I can't wash 'em.
And why do you keep moving the kids' backpacks in the morning??? I mean... I hang them on the back of the dining room chairs for a REASON!!! So I can FIND them in the morning... you know, mornings? When my brain is at its lowest ebb?? And barely working?? I'm already spending inordinate amounts of time looking for shoes, do I really need to spend MORE time looking for backpacks, too?? And for what possible reason could you have moved the Impossible Son's back pack from the dining room to the BACK OF YOUR CLOSET???? All this while YOUR daughter is moaning, "We're going to be late, Mom, we're going to be late!!"
"Hey!" I snapped back over my shoulder, "rather than being the prophet of doom, how about you HELP me??"
Of course, at ten, her idea of helping me look is to wander aimlessly through the living room, though she did find her brother's shoes on the table where I set them after finding them in the BACK YARD!!!
Okay, so I was searching for a backpack, trying to get Mr. Manzie awake and dressed, AND trying to find something moderately clean to wear, ALL AT THE SAME TIME!!
No.... I am NOT a happy camper.
Dearest, most darling, and beloved of Husbandly Ones, if you feel compelled to move the backpacks hanging on the backs of the dining room chairs, even after I have explained to you time and time again why they are there, then please, please, please, do not move them from the room. Just... set them down in the seat of the chair they were hanging on. Or put them on the living room couch. Really. Because the morning hunt for backpacks is starting to age me. Really. Any day now, wrinkles, silver hair, and a dowager's hump (from digging under the bed and other unlikely places) that's what you're going to find! All because you keep MOVING THE BACKPACKS AND PUTTING THEM WHERE I CAN'T FIND THEM!!!!
Okay. There. I feel better now. Rant over.
