Starting with a haiku:
What on earth is this?
Are you truly that careless?
Yes, I think you are.
My spouse is truly one of a kind. Over the years we’ve shared, I can count on one hand the instances where he’s raised his voice or acted in ways that might drive a sensible woman away. He is steadfastly loyal, deeply loving, smart, engaging, sentimental, generous, and, above all, an extraordinary father. He loves spending time with our children, playing, nurturing, and caring for them. He’s got a fantastic sense of humor—his laughter is infectious, and he greets each day with a smile, making him a joy to be around. He’s stable, supports our family, and treasures our marriage, which I remind myself of daily.
Yet, every morning, I wake up and survey the scene and think to myself—what in the world?
Are those the same baby bottles I left soaking in hot, soapy water last night, now marinating in tepid, germy water? Is that a dirty diaper lurking beside the changing table? Didn’t I just tidy up all those toys yesterday, the ones strewn across the floor? Is the TV still blaring? Did the cat really decide my closet was a suitable restroom because the litter box—which I asked you to clean last night—was ignored?
And those pants you left on the bathroom floor? You stepped over them on your way out after your last “visit” to the toilet, leaving me to handle the aftermath. Oh, and your shirt, a mere foot from the laundry basket? Seriously?
I appreciate your dedication to hygiene, but is there a water ritual happening every morning that leaves the mirror and counters drenched? Did you remove your toothbrush and toothpaste from their holders just to think they’d magically return after you’re done, along with the toothpaste cap, deodorant, and aftershave?
Wet towel = my side of the bed.
But it’s alright; when you come home to take over the kids and household chores while I retreat to my office to work, I expect to find that chocolate you lovingly gifted me for Mother’s Day waiting for me. And yet, you’ve eaten my Mother’s Day chocolate? Right off my desk?
Let’s talk about food etiquette—leaving an empty juice container in the fridge is a no-go. A single teaspoon of salsa does not equate to “saving some” for me. Just eat the whole jar. And pesto is not a dip. Also, if I don’t finish my dinner out, that doesn’t grant you the right to make it your midnight snack. Who consumes baby food? Oh, that’s right—babies. And those baby cookies? Ridiculously overpriced—not meant for you, buddy.
Here are some basics that often get overlooked:
- Trash: It goes in the trash can. Not a challenge to see how much you can cram in before the lid closes. “Change it” means putting in a new bag and taking the full one out to the garage. You know, the large bin where the recycling belongs, not beside the door.
- Cups: I need them too. Why must we wait until there’s one cup left before you return with a dozen dirty ones from your truck?
- Your truck: Not a trash can. I shouldn’t need to prepare for a 15-minute cleanup just to find a spot to sit. And what is that smell? I manage to drive around two kids and my car never smells like that.
- Your dresser: A place for neatly folded clothes. I wash, dry, and fold them, so why does it look like a tornado hit it every time I open the drawer?
- The washing machine: While it’s sturdy, it can’t handle four loads at once. Just one word: separate.
A “project” should reach completion, especially since they often require expensive new tools. However, it’s not wise to leave those outside on the patio table to weather the elements. I suspect we wouldn’t need to buy replacements if the others weren’t lost in that chaotic garage, which is supposed to be your domain—along with the trash and litter box, but we know how that turns out.
I could go on, but I’m exhausted. Just because I stayed up later than usual doesn’t mean you should let our 4-year-old dictate bedtime. Please, put her to bed. That’s all. Good night.
For more insights on parenting and family life, check out our post on the at-home insemination kit. If you’re interested in navigating the journey of parenthood, the Couples Fertility Journey for Intracervical Insemination is also a valuable read. And for everything pregnancy-related, Women’s Health offers excellent resources.
Summary:
This humorous letter addresses the chaos of daily life with a partner who often overlooks household responsibilities. It highlights the contrast between love and frustration in marriage, emphasizing the need for communication and cooperation in shared spaces.
Keyphrase:
Marriage and household responsibilities
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