Why does it sometimes (ok, often times) feel like I'm the only one that can do certain things in the house. I'm the only one that can throw away trash off the counter. I'm the only one that can throw away things in the fridge that are past their date. I'm the only one that can put out a new box of kleenex... change the toilet paper roll.... water the plants.... unload the dishwasher....refill anything that has been depleted.... you get the picture. I sometimes try to have an internal challenge, to see how long an empty box can sit in the foyer until someone else throws it out. But inevitably, it ends up driving me nuts, and I just throw it out anyway. Often times this drives me crazy, often times it drives me to tears... but I try to remember how lucky I am to have everything that I do, and to not bitch about the little things.
It used to drive me nuts when my hubby would fail to put his dirty clothes in the hamper. He'd sometimes put them ON the hamper, but not in it. Often times, they'd be on the floor. One day I asked him about it - really, it doesn't take that much more time to put it actually IN the hamper. He said it was that he couldn't commit to it being dirty. It was too dirty to hang back up in the closet, but not dirty enough that it couldn't be worn again. I was impressed (and surprised) that there was some actual thought to it, so now I get it. (I may not do the same thing, but at least it's explained).
I just don't know what the value is to leave a moldy tub of leftovers in the fridge. Are we going to try to make our own penicillin?
Every time I get frustrated that I'm the only one that can recycle the junk ads we get in the mail, I try to remember that I am also the only one that can give "magic kisses" to make it feel better, the only one that gets to snuggle in the rocking chair before bed, the only one that gets kisses from the handsome guy I call my husband, and the only one lucky enough to have the family that I do. It's not easy, but I'm the only one.
first day of first grade
5 years ago