Every morning I get up while everyone else is still piled up in bed and make 4 ham and cheese sandwiches. Three with Miracle Whip cause the DH doesn’t like mayo and one with mayo for Girl. My nephew is living with us for a bit and works with my husband. They get one and a half each with the Miracle Whip. Girl gets the mayo for school. I don’t eat a ham and cheese sandwich every day. I eat a salad cause I’m lucky enough to work at home and that’s what I prefer. So, this is strictly a labor of love on my part.
Yesterday was a busy morning. I had to have Girl at a crack’o dawn orthodontis appointment. The DH was up abnormally early. I was heading downstairs, “You know, it’d be nice if you could make the bed this morning. I have to leave early to get Girl to the orthodontist.”
A very brief time later, he heads out the door, which essentially means he’s thrown on his clothes and shagged ass. I go upstairs. The bed is a slept-in mess. I make it. I go back downstairs. Then, in the spirit of the morning, I make 2 and a half sandwiches. One for Girl. One and a half for my nephew. The baggie with the one and a half sandwiches is labeled in permanent marker “For Nephew. No DH.”
Mid-morning I get a phone call.
DH: Uh, hey, where’s my sandwich?
Me: Do you see one in the lunchsack?
DH: No. That’s why I’m calling.
Me: You couldn’t bother to make the bed. I couldn’t bother to make your sandwich.
He laughs.
DH: Is that how we’re playing this.
Me: That’s how we’re playing this. And by the way, that sandwich and a half is made with mayonnaise.
Now as soon as I post this blog, it’s sandwich making time again. 2 1/2 or 4? I’ll probably cave to the 4. I had my fun yesterday and if he does make the bed he never straightens the bottom sheet which is rather one of the main points of the whole endeavor.:fryingpan: I think he does that on purpose.:doh:
Diabolical, Jen. :devil:
Comment by Rhonda — May 15, 2007 @ 6:09 am
Sometimes, you gotta stand your ground!
Comment by Kimberly — May 15, 2007 @ 6:39 am
I keep saying I’m going to do a similar thing. The DH will wash his truck and motorcycle but not my car. He says it’s my car and my responsibility. Maybe I should separate his clothes from mine in the hamper and only wash mine. They’re his clothes after all.
Comment by Marilyn — May 15, 2007 @ 6:59 am
I was temporarily amused, Rhonda.
Kimberly, it was a rather pointless point but it made me feel better.
Marilyn, what’s up with that? Wait! I know. It’s called them taking what we do for them for granted. :cursing:
Comment by Jennifer — May 15, 2007 @ 7:50 am
I guess that’s why I’m divorced. I make my bed when and if I want. The car can always be ran through the car was :mrgreen: . Yes, sometimes financially it gets rough but hey, I just hang in there for all I’m worth. Have a wonderful Tuesday.
Comment by Ginger — May 15, 2007 @ 9:25 am
And see, Ginger, no one leaves the empty toilet paper thing on the holder either. :thumbsup:
Comment by Jennifer — May 15, 2007 @ 12:52 pm
Too funny! Dh and I gave up fighting over the bed years ago. I’m of the firm belief that unless company is coming over there’s no reason to straighten it. I’m just going to mess it up again as soon as I get home
Kira
Comment by Kira — May 15, 2007 @ 1:08 pm
Kira, I wish I could. It’s one of my quirks — I hate to get into an unmade bed, so it can be unmade all day, but I’ve got to tidy it before I can get into it at night. I know — sad, neurotic, scary.
Comment by Jennifer — May 15, 2007 @ 7:52 pm