Sure, I use this blog to gripe about my spouse….it’s my venting spot, and I use it frequently! The deal is this – if I gripe about him here, then I get it out of my system and – hopefully – I can be nicer to him in person because of it! Sometimes, after I post and then re-read it, I can see a different perspective on the current dilemma – or, I can get a hint or two from you who leave comments, and it’s helpful. He’s not really as bad as I make him sound here! But, hey, if you are (or have ever been) married, you know you can drive each other absolutely crazy and you have to holler some place! I figure better here than in his face, or in front of our daughter.
Today, I am feeling a little sorry for him.
The man likes living in a clean house. You can’t fault him for that. I wish I had a wife who’d clean up this pig-sty!! Since this week is Spring Break, I decided (as the only wife here, albeit a slacker one) that I’d get the house pulled together. Guess what I spent the entire day doing today? Reorganizing the linen closet. The fact that it took me an entire day gives you a clue what a disaster it began as. Now, there is a madness to my method – no, I mean a method to my madness…well, probably the first is more accurate….anyhow…. I had a whole laundry basket full of clean towels and sheets, a giant pile of blankets, not to mention Kiki has been sleeping for a week without a pillow case, because I couldn’t find one….so, I figured, in order to put the laundry away, there had to be a place to put it – right?? Poor Alan. When he walked in the door tonight, the house looked every bit as bad as it did when he left this morning. Probably worse, because my little tornado (aka Kiki) wasn’t properly restrained while I was "in the closet". To his benefit, he said nothing. I showed him the neat and tidy little closet, and he said "good job". We’ll see how long before he decides strangling me really is the best way to a clean home.