Living with a Man

Yesterday I remembered what the realities of living with a man are, and boy was it a slap in the face. Why can't they see that we are doing the best we can to maintain our jobs, our relationships, our households, our minds and all of these things for them as well?

Let me explain the situation as it was yesterday afternoon. When I got home I noticed that the kitchen was in a bit of disarray but as I studied all of the piles of crap I realized that none of it was my own. Big had eaten cereal and left the bowl in the sink along with two spoons. There was a pan on the stove with hardened bacon grease that has been making me nuts for days on end because it wasn't cleaned up and Big told me that he would take care of it. The only other thing that I want to fuss about right now, is the piles of his mail. For whatever reason, he has decided that the mail isn't important to sort as he gets it. In my mind I compare this to what my Nana used to tell me as a child when we would walk over to the post office to get her mail about leaving her bills in the box because she didn't want to see them yet. Now back then I thought this was funny and I recall wondering why everyone didn't do that when the money got low, but now I feel like we should clear out the mountains of paper that come every single day.

I scanned the room, swept the dog hair out of the floor, then I made a decision. As tired as I was after a stressful day, can you guys believe that I decided to watch a little television? Yep. I surely did. Big comes home on a daily basis and kicks off the shoes and just relaxes.

So imagine my surprise when Big came in and was making a ton of racket in the kitchen as he was "cleaning", not to mention angrily. After a half hour went by, he entered the bedroom where I was huffing and puffing. I asked was he upset and his answer was of course no, but I could tell he was. Finally he expressed that he couldn't stand all the "clutter". I'm sorry, but at that second I was having a WTH??? moment. I thought for a breath and then responded that I do the majority of all the cleaning in the household and I can have a day when I do minimal work. When I spoke up and made my point he shrugged and said, "okay". What? All that pouting for nothing. Men.

Like normal, the disagreement was over in just a few moments because neither of us are the fighting type, so I guess it's all part of the growing pains of living with someone. I love Big but just damn.

Until next time keep your umbrella close to you this week.