I'm not trying to change him. I'm trying to passive-aggressively irritate the hell out of him. All while having a huge lol, myself...'cause I'm completely comfortable with my level of rancid bitch.
We have laundry issues as well. I will wash, dry, fold, put away ANYTHING that hits one of our seven laundry baskets...but his somehow never does.
Joanne was fed up. For months she had been asking Greg not to throw his dirty laundry on the bedroom floor. For months he kept forgetting, just like he kept forgetting to vacuum the carpet and wash the dishes every night, even though he agreed that these were his jobs.
Both of them worked full time, but Joanne usually got home first and would end up picking up after Greg. As she ran the vacuum or rinsed the dirty dishes that were still in the sink, she would be seething. When he got home, she'd give him the silent treatment or make sarcastic remarks about being the maid. He'd insist that the problem was that she was a terrible nag."Maybe if you'd leave me alone about it, I'd be more likely to do it," he'd tell her.
Greg didn't realize how damaging his attitude toward housework was to his marriage until the day he arrived home to the sound of banging from the bedroom. He walked in to find his wife, still in her business suit, nailing his dirty boxer shorts to the oak floor.
"They've been there for three days," she told him. "So I figured you wanted to make them a permanent part of the decor."
This didn't escalate as quickly as I thought it might.
Cool story tho
put little messages on stickies and tag offending items.
Sample messages:
NOPE!
this does not belong here
Expiration date
International symbol for NOPE
I got close enough to this nasty s#1t to put a note on it, but I'm not touching it.