What better way to spend my 999th post than by posting a rant to the BBQ Pit:
I love you dearly, but when you are done with something, pick it up and put it away! When you get home, it is not that hard to hang up your coat in the closet. Dont just throw it on the table, or leave it on the floor like you did yesterday. Do you want to know where your shoes are? They’re in the closet where they fucking belong! I put them there after tripping over them for the 27th time. It is not that hard to put your shoes back in the closet when you take them off. That way you don’t have to go hunting for them when you need them. Oh, and by the way, if you can’t find something… I’ve probably put it away!
Look, I realize that I work all day and you have to deal with 3 kids at home. I understand that dealing with them every day is time consuming and mentally draining. I also understand that kids make messes. It seems to me that it would be EASIER to deal with their messes if you clean up your own messes as you make them. Put your empty fucking boxes in the trash when you are done with them! Put the cookbook back when you are done with it. Pick up that cup you dropped on the floor. Quit leaving trash on the counter! It’s not THAT hard to clean up after yourself!
Maybe she doesn’t have time to clean up because she is so busy pounding the pavement looking for a job.
btw, I am the slob in our household.
[snooty chearleader from Animal House]
“That boy is a P-I-G, Pig!”
[/snooty chearleader from Animal House]
Annnd–how long have you been married?
Annnd–when was the last time you stayed home with three kids and chased around after them?
Annnd–who eventually shovels it all out, the cookbook on the counter, the shoes on the table, etc.–you, or her?
Annnd–is she otherwise a “nice person”, a good wife and mother?
Annnd–does she love you?
If the answers are, “more than five years”, “never”, “her”, “yes”, and “yes”, then IMO you’ve got no beef.
[goes to sit in the Household Slob corner with Abe]
Well I can promise you that I doubt there is one person on the face of this earth that could live with me. Just ask my hubby. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a mess. I can take a little clutter. But he’s home all day, alone from 7:15 am until 4:00 pm, except for the dog, and you betcha I’ll raise holy hell when I get home if the house isn’t straight and the dinner done. Right now I’m working six days a week twelve hours a day and I don’t tolerate much. I warned him over and over again before he kept pushing me to get married to wait until this work was over but he wouldn’t hear of it. He got his wish, and more. If they leave a light on over and over after I have repeatedly asked them to cut it off, I’ll unscrew the light bulb and dare them to put it back in until they’ve learned where the light switch is. The clothes hamper can run over in the floor, tough, they can wash them or go around naked, their choice. I wash my own on my only day off.
I ask them one time to pick something up, if it’s not picked up the next time I simply pick it up and put it in the trash, no matter what it is. If it wasn’t important enough for them to pick up then evidently they didn’t need it so it needs to be trashed. It’s taking a while but they are slowly but surely getting the message.
Annnd- Why assume its limited to working husband ranting about stay at home wife?
My father stays at home and this rant (including the title…want me to write that bit for you?) applies nicely. Yes, parenting kids takes work and isn’t always going to look like Martha Stewart says it should.
But some people still suck at it, even after allowences are made. Those people are perfectly deserving of rants.
The parents who stay home and by god WORK at parenting have my utter and total respect, if not awe and I envy their kids. Because it would have been really nice to have a stay at home parent.
Instead, there is my father. It’d be better if he wasn’t there, its that bad.
Unless a child got injured and everybody was flung into a vehilce to head for the hospital (or some similar emergency) there isn’t a consistant excuse for a trashed house when a parent has been there all day. Even given looking for a job. Hectic, always possible and with my family probable, but trash left in the wake of a parent who just doesn’t get the idea of picking up after oneself…its a legit rant.
I’m not saying that she is a terrible wife. She is a wonderful wife and mother and she loves our kids very much. I’m also not saying that I don’t do anything to help out because I do. I’m there for my kids and do my share of the chores around the house. I also understand that raising 3 kids at home is hard. I’m not disputing that. I’m also not disputing that raising three kids at home can get messy. Kids are messy… that’s just a given. What I’m talking (ranting?) about is that she doesn’t pick up after herself. My view is that it would be easier to do the other stuff (for bother her and me) if she did pick up after herself (and I’m not talking about anything major… just stuff like throwing garbage away when she’s done, putting shoes in the closet when she’s not wearing them, etc.
The thing is that she has always been this way. Before we had kids it wasn’t a big deal because it was just the two of us, but now that we have three, it makes a big difference.
<raises hand and steps forward to adress the audience>
Umm, isn’t this the reason why roaches evolved? To eat unwanted clutter?
To clean up after ourselves is to deny little baby roaches a place to live, to eat to grow up and be happy.
Without making a mess, these roaches will never survive to raise their heads up high! They will never realize their destiny! The will never had the self esteem to take their rightful place in the world!
<Can I have a halliuala… hall… hrrm can’t spell the damn word.>
Do we want to live in a world that denys a species a right to live based upon the personal bigotry of a group of people who hate, and yes I use the word hate, clutter? Hate is a harsh word, but harsh actions such as these DEMAND a harsh denounciation (I should bother to spell check what I type one of these days…).
We stand at a crossroad, we can either as a people accept the hate of others and live in the world their hate creates, or we can band together and strive against their hate. None of us have the right to deny any living creature, any of god’s creations life.
<Looks out at audience making eye contact, then hops off soap box and runs like hell as everyone is stopped in confusion.>
Life’s little rule #45 : A good riot is any riot you don’t get caught starting.
You can imagine my surprise when, doo-de-doo, whistling happily, I popped by the Pit today, and there is a thread title directed RIGHT AT ME!!! Yes, I know I have to get off my butt and look for a job. I already checked the want ads today; what more do you want from me?