Doug is in charge of bath time. Which has become shower time. Michael showers in our bathroom, because he doesn't like any other shower. (On another note, can I please shower without a floor full of toys, please? Just once.) Doug came downstairs Sunday night and looked at me and said, "Michael needs more soap."
"I just bought that soap, huh?"
"Yeah, he poured it down the drain."
So instead of laughing, I got mad.
"He poured it down the drain. That's a $5.00 bottle of soap. (Michael has crazy sensitive skin and we have to buy ultra sensitive organic soap. But really $5.00 I got mad about $5.00?) And what were you doing?"
"I didn't think he would pour soap down the drain. I was in our room."
"Don't you think I have better things to do then go get him soap everyday?"
"Forget it, I'll get it myself."
Now really, come on. I couldn't just suck it up and get the kid soap (And I did.) And keep my mouth shut. When Doug gets home from work he basically does everything and I sit on my butt and surf the internet. And It is not like I've been parenting all day. Michael's been at school and three days a week l've been at work and I've just picked him up at 3:00 and Doug got home at 5:30 and I made dinner and driven him to various activities and wait, I do kind of deserve to sit on my butt. But Doug gets very little sitting on his butt time. So yes, I could have just shut up.
But wait, I didn't. Right before we were going to sleep I came up with this. I decided to ask him why he LET ME start doing couch to 5k. And which point he burst out laughing.
"At what point have I LET YOU do anything?"
"Why when I came to you and told you I was going to do this did you not tell me this was a terrible idea?"
"Would you have listened?"
"No. BUT YOU SHOULD HAVE TRIED."
"Jodi….what exactly did you want me to say?"
"I don't know, maybe you hate to run."
"I'm still not entirely sure how you deciding to run became my fault."
"Because it is. Part of your job is to save from my own craziness. And this running thing is insane."
"I'm going to sleep."
"Your not listening to me."
"Goodnight."
I will point out that this conversation was said in good fun. And we were laughing the whole time. But I think Doug was laughing at me, not with me. Probably rightly so.
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Haha… I do the same thing! I am always blaming Adam for “letting me” do things I choose to do. (Like, why did you let me eat so much junk today? Why did you let me skip the gym? Why did you let me lie on the couch and not clean up after dinner? Etc., etc.) I’m a freaking joy to live with, I’m sure. He takes the same approach as Doug and just humors me.
I’m sure I would not be so kind if the situation was reversed.
Haven’t had that happen yet with the soap – oh wait, it happened with the toilet paper instead…though maybe I was supposed to be watching Noelle. Hm, the details are a bit fuzzy now….
Hubs would totally respond the same way though. I try to catch myself before saying it since he would look at me like I’m crazy. Alpha bitch and all that.
Okay, that was a pretty pointless comment. Um…thanks for the laugh!
I’m glad I’m not the only one who does this. It’s a little shocking just how much crazy my husband puts up with. Then again, he has yet to figure out how to replace an empty roll of toilet paper (other than setting the new roll on top of the empty roll), which while that makes me crazy, he is the one driving me to Crazytown. I guess that means we’re even?
Your husband and mind could form a club. “Why did you let him feed his dinner to the dog?” Even when I know the did the same thing at lunch under MY watch. It’s just easier to blame someone else, especially when they know we’re kidding.
Not having a husband forces me to have these conversations with myself in my head. I’m pretty sure myself is a lunatic.
I hope you keep up with the fitnessiness though. You’ll be so proud of yourself if you do.
My boys also shower in MY shower because they do not like their shower, they fill the floor with cars and toys AND they pour full bottles of soap down the drain. No matter how many times I tell them, they still waste the soap. I guess it’s a small price to pay for getting them clean without using a bathtub… Letting them take a bath is just asking for an underwater bathroom and besides, I can’t stand the ring around the tub they make. Why are little boys so dirty and HOW do they get that way!!?
Hope you are able to convince Michael to keep the soap where it belongs soon!
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I would totally be annoyed by the soap down the drain too! I can’t stand when things get wasted. (Also, testing!)
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This conversation happens frequently here, although the topic may be a bit different. I feel ya (and for Doug).