I just don't know who to blame...me or the MIL

I love my husband. I feel like I need to state that before berating his lack of common housekeeping skills. And I defend his egregious lack of common sense by saying that he can fix anything...dishwasher, garbage disposal, faulty light fixture, etc. So, he does serve a purpose in our house other than bringing home the bacon (and leaving the grease for me to clean up). 

I know for a fact that my MIL, an Italian mother of 3 boys doted on her sons...she admits as much. My husband has joked that in marrying me he found another "sucker" to take care of him. Don't misunderstand - I take him to task about leaving socks on the bookcase or "missing" the hamper. I clean and do the laundry because I want it done a certain way, not because I am his maid. I cook for him because I love to cook. I think cooking for some one is the simplest way to show that you love them. Plus, cooking is a great excuse for drinking several glasses of wine without judgment (and I'm all for that type of domestic activity). My point is, I don't think The Husband has ever had to be responsible for cleaning. Some "sucker" has always done it for him. See this post for proof of his ignorance in household matters. 

Anyway, every morning except for Fridays, I pack his lunch. Before you judge, know that he's taking lunch to save money since I am unemployed, and because I'm unemployed, I don't mind making his lunch everyday. I actually enjoy it. What else am I doing at 7am? Last week, we had leftovers from his favorite dinner. I sent these leftovers with him to work. This would have been Thursday. Cut to Sunday afternoon:

Me: Did you leave that tupperware container at work? The one with the chicken and rice in it?

TH: Um, no. Didn't you see it?

Me: No. Where is it?

TH: I left it in that lunch baggie-thing.

Me: Where'd you put the "lunch baggie-thing?"

TH: Um...I don't know.

After five minutes, we found it...in the pantry. Ensconced in which was my tupperware container housing the remnants of chicken and rice that had been stewing at room temperature for four days. He had even left the plastic fork in container. Jesus, Joseph and Mary - how lazy can you get?

I don't get how a man who is so incredibly intelligent (the smartest, most capable man I know) could be so...stupid. He wondered why I was kicking up such a fuss - "Because you left chicken FESTERING in my pantry for DAYS!" He just doesn't get it. But then, that's why he needs me. Or my MIL.