Monday, October 6, 2008

Don't You Hate It When

You take your son to Pennsylvania to visit his friend that moved away, and while you're away, your husband and daughter are at home, sleeping in late, dining out, going to soccer practice, making bacon and eggs for breakfast and as you're sitting on the train ride back home, you know, based on previous experience and common sense, that the sink will be filled with dishes, the trash can will be overflowing and that the kitchen will qualify for federal disaster aid. And you can't help but mentally compose an award-winning blog post about how unfair it is that it is the 21st century and we have a female vice presidential nominee, and yet it is always the mother who is expected to clean the kitchen, even if she was away for the whole fucking weekend, listening to Pokemon chatter and driving past McCain lawn signs and demonstrated tremendous reserve in not vandalizing either the Pokemon or the signs, and realizing that she'd rather have Picachu than McCain running the country, and then as you mentally hit "publish post", you walk into your apartment and see that your husband cleaned the entire kitchen and did all the dishes and totally ruined your fabulous idea for a blog post and now doesn't understand why you're giving him a hairy eyeball and are generally seething. MEN.

Don't you hate it when that happens?


Blogger Nilsa S. said...

Ha - I love it! I had a very similar set of thoughts about my home. I'm away this weekend and figured there'd be the stench of boy when I get home. However, said boy has been doing the laundry and vacuuming. And so, I might just have to throw my arms around him and give him a huge kiss!

October 6, 2008 at 9:50 AM  
Blogger Shelle-BlokThoughts said...

OKay will never believe this...but that happened to me this weekend...except I wasn't ON a train, I was in a car...but that's all relative! LoL!

October 6, 2008 at 9:58 AM  
Blogger Unknown said... poor thing. I'll be over to make a mess for you. What I'll need from you: Chocolate syrup, permanent markers, tortillas, and a nail gun.

October 6, 2008 at 10:08 AM  
Blogger AW Cake! said...

Yep, I hate it when that happens too - except in MY world it doesn't get cleaned up unless I guilt my husband into doing it. "Gee honey, isn't it nice that the kids have finally learned how to clean up after themselves? What happened in the kitchen?" Ha! You lucky girl...

October 6, 2008 at 10:12 AM  
Blogger Maddness of Me said...

There is always something they deserve the stink eye for, so consider it just covering your bases ;)

October 6, 2008 at 10:41 AM  
Blogger Kate Coveny Hood said...

How dare he prove you wrong! That Husbandrinka - always with the surprises... I love " as you mentally hit 'publish post'" - priceless.

October 6, 2008 at 11:00 AM  
Blogger Kirsten said...

Damn husbands.

October 6, 2008 at 11:20 AM  
Blogger Kritta22 said...

WOW!! That would NEVER happen in this house or life!! Awesome!

October 6, 2008 at 12:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Because our relationship is oppostie of that (he being the cleaner and me being the slob), I would be thinking he cleaned the house like her normally does and come home to amessed up kitchen...damn him.

October 6, 2008 at 2:56 PM  
Blogger said...

Um, yeah... I'll let you know how I feel about THAT when it actually happens to ME!

October 6, 2008 at 3:49 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Feck. I wish I could say I knew what it felt like to have that happen. I actually WAS also away for the weekend, but Hubby never cleans. He tidies, but NEVER cleans. So there was no toilet paper or towels on my powder room floor, but there WAS a urine scent to the air. Nice.

October 6, 2008 at 3:53 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Husbandrinka has some real nerve, doesn't he?

I walk past McCain lawn signs EVERY night, and AMEN that I'd rather have Picachu running the country.

October 6, 2008 at 5:12 PM  
Blogger Anna Whiston-Donaldson said...

He has some nerve!

October 6, 2008 at 6:00 PM  
Blogger Scary Mommy said...

I WOULD hate it if my husband ever actually cleaned! I really was laughing out loud at this. I feel for you!!!

October 6, 2008 at 9:50 PM  
Blogger steenky bee said...

He better make good on that "husband credit" fast! I always tell my husband that it expires in a week. :)

October 6, 2008 at 10:09 PM  
Blogger Connie Krebs said...

Don't you hate it when they mess up a good mad?

October 6, 2008 at 10:16 PM  
Blogger anymommy said...

Will he marry me? Hey, I'm just getting you back for the snide chai remarks. And the jogging thing because mah ultra-conservative ham-eating husband laughed out loud at that tweet.

October 6, 2008 at 11:55 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have the counterpart to that--my husband and son went camping a week and a half ago, but some of their camping gear is STILL in the living room. Men.

But no Pokemon for me, so I think I may have ended up ahead of you there.

October 7, 2008 at 9:40 AM  
Blogger Manager Mom said...

In a word, no.

October 7, 2008 at 10:26 AM  
Blogger Anna Lefler said...

OK, this is cleary evidence of micro-evolution. The husbands rapidly develop new and unexpected behaviors to stay a half-step ahead of us and boost their mathematical chances of survival as a species.

We are SO on to them.

October 7, 2008 at 1:20 PM  
Blogger Kari said...

I hate that.

A "friend" of mine called me this weekend to see if we wanted to get together, and I told her that my husband was out back in the middle of moving the wood pile. I was so annoyed. She said "Wow, you are so lucky! Your husband does projects!!!". I was so annoyed.

October 7, 2008 at 5:46 PM  
Blogger bernthis said...

I guess the upside of being divorced is at least I know it'll look exactly the way I left it. Oh yeah for being single LOL

October 7, 2008 at 11:41 PM  
Blogger Z said...

Foiled again! I've been there a few times - mentally sure I'll be stuck with whatever, then I'm not, and, well... What to do with my righteous anger then?!?!

October 13, 2008 at 8:06 PM  

Post a Comment

Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]

<< Home