Lordy! I am up in a right grump cos DH woke me this mornng and here I find tht monkeym is off for a swim
So, gonna moan about my man. Stoopid niggly moans but moan I will.
He is drinking wee stubby bottles of beer at the mo, good offer somewhere, but leaves them in varous places in the house (in the bathroom being one) mainly on the kitchen counter though. We have small kitchen, about 50cm constitutes our kitchen counter, covering it in used bottles is not good!
I gathered them, for him, and put them in a bag outside the front door to go to the bottle bank. Nothing doing last night. So I gathered last nights ones and put them in another bag and hung them from the front door.
This morning I am woken by him demanding to know where his shoes (eh??) are and then teh clink of the door shutting with the bag of bottles still on the door
So I now have one bag inside the house and the other outside.
The bottle bank is about 100ft from the house!!
Then, we are going to be doing our kitchen up, to increase said worksurface. For 3 weeks I have asked him to clear the shed so that we can empty the kitchen cupboards contents into it. I had to do it myself yesterday! Humfing big things I really shouldn't!
The garden needs doing. I ask him time and time again to trim the hedges, he never does, I always end up doing it myself! My back hedge has been looking ridiculous for nearly a month cos I could only reach so far!
He never cuts the grass, to do so involves clearing up after the dog first, as task anyone hates, but I always end up doing. So now my grass is going to look just awful over the winter again cos I just can't do all these things! That is not mentioning the vegetable patch which is looking lush at the mo, weeds as tall as my knees!! Will he be the one to turn it over? Nooooo, my dad will have to come out and, no doubt, carry out all the outdoor tasks for me.
My mum will come with him and help with the kitchen, and DH? Won't even notice!!! Will prob complain cos he no longer has a kitchen to work in until he pulls his finger out and helps his father to put in the new one.
Ok rant over. It is all just so petty though isn't it? I am not really asking much, just do do the tasks he hates. But he puts them off and puts them off until I get exasperated and just do them myself. It is not a new pattern, but has me cross this morn cos now I am up at a silly hour (for me).
When I was pregers with DD, I asked him to do the grass. Again he said, in a minute.
Eventualy, impatient sod soul I am, at 9 months pregnant (and, it turned out, in v early labour, hence the desperate nesting) I picked up dog poo and cut the grass. Had DD 2 days later!
I never let him foget that one but then, as I say reckon my impatience that time was defo nesting.