First, I had such fun with my girlfriends this weekend. The seven of us met 12 years ago during our freshman year, and have stayed close ever since. Now that we are scattered all over the southeast, we don't get to see each other as often as we'd like. However, when we get together it feels like we are 18 years old again.
One of our many conversations this weekend centered on our husbands' lack of housekeeping skills. I said this: "I guarantee you that I will walk in the house, and The Husband will not have unloaded the dishwasher, there will be dishes in the sink, pizza boxes on the counter, and laundry on the floor."
On Sunday....
I walk into my house. The dishwasher has not been unloaded. There are dishes in the sink. Laundry is on the floor. I was wrong about the pizza boxes...he had eaten dinner out all weekend with friends.
Me: "It was too much work to unload the dishwasher, dearest?"
The Husband: "Oh, I didn't know it was clean."
Me: "So...you were too lazy to even attempt to put the dishes in the dishwasher? That's even worse than not unloading the dishwasher!"
The Husband: Shrug, faux-innocent smile...continues to watch baseball
Oh, well. Such is my life. It might be mildly frustrating, but it's mine and I love it.
Welcome to married life, my friend. The honeymood didn't last long, did it?
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