Well, I finally did it. After all this time saying I wouldn't, or that I didn't have the time or any other excuse I could think of, I decided to finally do it.
I joined Facebook. AHHH!!!
Now, on to a rather important subject. My dear Matt seems to have formed some impression in his mind that I should be acting more housewifey since I'm home all day long. He hasn't actually said those words, but he frequently makes the comment, "You're the one who's home all day." Yes, that is true. Home, attempting to HEAL, not clean up after YOU. Because his idea of doing the dishes is to fill the sink with water and put the dishes in the sink. Or starting the laundry means picking up the clothes and putting them in the laundry basket.
Close baby, but no cigar. And then he wonders why I've left it that way to see if he finishes what he started. No. He doesn't. And unfortunately I'm not the type who lets it stay unclean.
A reminder to Matt is #1 We're not married, #2 I'm not your bitch and #3 I might be at home all day right now but I'm still the one bringing in the money and paying the bills. Get off your ass and do it yourself. :)
He never reads this blog, so I can say whatever I want.
4 comments:
if he reads it now.... that would be funny. :)
Indeed, it would be. But he'd probably just laugh. He seems to believe all situations should be diffused with laughter, which occassionally makes me even more mad, but alas I end up laughing too in the end.
I think he did indeed read this blog post. He arrived home with a dozen roses last week, he said, for all of my hard work when I should be resting."
Hehe, I love this. :)
-Red
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