Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Apparently, I'm just hell to live with.

In regards to the post below (which you need to read first before this one):

Just talked to my husband a few minutes ago, and this helping out stuff wasn't exactly the kids' idea. Apparently, Joe told them last night that they need to step up to the plate and do more housework. He told Erin that she has to vacuum/dust every other day, and that Chad has to do the laundry/wipe down counters every other day, and that they need to keep the house generally picked up (trash emptied, stuff put away, dishes in the dishwasher, etc.).


So, I said to Joe, "How nice! I really appreciate your supporting me like that!"


He replied, laughing, "Well, I'm not THAT nice. I'm just tired of listening to you rant & rave when you get home from work every night, saying that no one's helping you out."


Umm... love you, too???!



Life with Kaishon said...

Oh, whoopsie daisy, because I do that too. Sometimes I will be having a perfectly delightful night. Everything will be going just fine and then all of a sudden, I will be folding laundry or something, and I will start freaking out. I will be grumpy and yelly and generally just a miserable person. I don't know what happens to me. I guess all of a sudden I just look at the work and I think WHY in the world am I the only one capable of this. But don't worry, after one good freak out, I am just fine : ).

Busy Bee Suz said...

HAHAHA!!! Any way you can get the help is worth it!!