For this one instance of the day my older daughter is at school and the newest addition who is now two months is sleeping a long two hour nap. This house is a dream at this time. I get to sit down and have a cup of coffee, maybe take a peak at the Today show and write. I also use this time to pick up the mess from the am rush to school. Breakfast plate, that water cup the ended up under the bed, toothpaste all over the sink and some sticky stuff that I am still trying to figure out.
Sometimes I wish that this silence would last more than two hours. Also sometimes to be honest I
Most moms I know, the ones with help and the ones without always complain about their husbands mess. When I walk into the house and I hear the shower running and see at first glance my husbands sweater and jacket on the chair of the dining room and one on the stroller, this is followed by his pants on the floor, two socks a bit farther in and finally his underwear and the bathroom door shut. I would describe it as a path to the bathroom. Kind of " follow the yellow brick road"
Have you ever bitched about having to pick up after him? I have for sure almost everyday actually. It bothers me so much that sometimes I feel my blood bubbling inside my body about to scream and make a fight out of it. For some reason this fight is not worth the time, because he will simply never change.
In the spectrum of things this issue is one of the smaller ones. But I am a clean freak and it has become a very important thing to discuss. And he hates when I do it. He says that he has been working 12 hours straight and hates coming home to his wife bitching about his mess. Why can't he just take his clothes off and throw it in that huge basket I put in the closet, why wont he respect that it bothers me so much. Why does he think working long hours entitles him to being a mess every day at home.
So what to do ?
This is what I did and it partially worked. I just stopped picking up his clothes for two days and just left them wherever he threw them. I told my nanny not to pick them up either and to clean around the mess. By the third day he asked where his favorite jeans were. " I said maybe in one of those piles of clothes you left on the floor. Voila! there!!!! in a small but sure way he realized that if he just hung his pants to begin with he wouldn't have to scramble to find them. Since then he has been better about it.
In a relationship: " when is it OK to bitch about having to pick up after your man like another one of your kids?"
Sometimes I wish that this silence would last more than two hours. Also sometimes to be honest I
Most moms I know, the ones with help and the ones without always complain about their husbands mess. When I walk into the house and I hear the shower running and see at first glance my husbands sweater and jacket on the chair of the dining room and one on the stroller, this is followed by his pants on the floor, two socks a bit farther in and finally his underwear and the bathroom door shut. I would describe it as a path to the bathroom. Kind of " follow the yellow brick road"
Have you ever bitched about having to pick up after him? I have for sure almost everyday actually. It bothers me so much that sometimes I feel my blood bubbling inside my body about to scream and make a fight out of it. For some reason this fight is not worth the time, because he will simply never change.
In the spectrum of things this issue is one of the smaller ones. But I am a clean freak and it has become a very important thing to discuss. And he hates when I do it. He says that he has been working 12 hours straight and hates coming home to his wife bitching about his mess. Why can't he just take his clothes off and throw it in that huge basket I put in the closet, why wont he respect that it bothers me so much. Why does he think working long hours entitles him to being a mess every day at home.
So what to do ?
This is what I did and it partially worked. I just stopped picking up his clothes for two days and just left them wherever he threw them. I told my nanny not to pick them up either and to clean around the mess. By the third day he asked where his favorite jeans were. " I said maybe in one of those piles of clothes you left on the floor. Voila! there!!!! in a small but sure way he realized that if he just hung his pants to begin with he wouldn't have to scramble to find them. Since then he has been better about it.
In a relationship: " when is it OK to bitch about having to pick up after your man like another one of your kids?"
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