Not my day

Not really my day today it seems.

Was sawing this morning. Well, maybe sawing is an overstatement. A button on my shorts was loose, and I fixed it with needle and thread. A few hours later, when I was sitting down with some friends, I felt something pinching me in my lower regions. After a while I put my hand in my shorts to find out what it was. It was a needle, hanging in a thread. I had just left it hanging there, hadn't cut the thread of after sawing this morning. How can someone be that distracted, dizzy, stupid, call it whatever you want.

Later, when I was boiling carrots and potatoes for Noam's pure, I totally forgot that I had something on the stove. When I finally remembered, the only thing left in the pot, was something black on the bottom. Hm, again, call it whatever you want.

A fun Sunday

Me to Noam with a cheery voice:

"While Dad is in the gym we will eat some sticky potato pure. And after we've cleaned that up we will fold yesterday's laundry. Then, when Dad returns, we will do some very late spring cleaning. Doesn't that sound great?!"

Still with a happy voice. I wonder if Noam managed to see through my fake happiness and excitement about those Sunday tasks.

Why are men more amazing than women doing the same task?

Last week a friend of my husband and her mother visited us. The friend said to me that she had, before arriving to our place, told her Mum about how lucky I am to have a husband like mine.

"Yes, I'm lucky", I said, but had to ask, "Why exactly?", and also couldn't keep myself from thinking, "Isn't he also lucky to have a wife like me?".

"Because he cooks and bakes for you", the friend responded, "Most men don't do that".

She meant well, I think, but the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get. No one says to a man that he is so lucky to have his wife as she cooks for him.

Again: Why are men considered being so amazing if they cook, or clean, or take a lot of interest in their children, while all these things are seen as normal and therefor expected by women.

Note: I do appreciate the fact that my husband cook lovely meals for me ever day. It's not about that. But a question worth thinking about is; does he remember to appreciate the fact that I clean, do laundry, wash up, make the bed...

A message to my Husband and God:

Darling, are you reading my blog, or are we, due to a miracle, entering a new wonderful era in our household?

Since I wrote that thing about the washing up, things have been wonderful at home. My husband has been washing up every day, after dinner.

I'm happy to keep on doing most of the other housework if he cooks and does the dishes every day. That makes things pretty even in that area, I think.

Lord, please let this new behavior that my husband has developed, be here to stay.

Result

Following is the result and conclusion of the experiment:

At seven o'clock, when 28 hours has passed, my dear husband is forced to do some washing up, as he is cooking dinner and need some of the dirty pots and pans. (He always cook, so I should give him credit for that).

At nine o'clock I decide to start washing up, as most of the washing up now is from the dinner we just had, and therefore my experiment is a bit ruined.

Then, something chocking happens: My husband hear that I start cleaning up in the kitchen, and he says:

"Leave it, I will do it".

He then starts washing up. And even if he, for some strange reason, does not wash up all of the dishes, he has done more than enough to make up for the lunch the previous day.

And when he after that makes me a delicious dessert, I'm not complaining.

Miracles do happen.

An experiment

Executing an experiment at home at the moment. My lovely, but useless at house work, husband, had lunch with a friend yesterday.

When I got home at ten in the evening, he still hadn't done the washing up from that lunch date. And he still hasn't.

Normally, when this happens, I last till maximum the next morning, and then I freak out and do the washing up. Can't stand looking at it, as I'm a bit pedantic, I guess.

Now it's three in the afternoon and I still haven't washed up.

It's hard looking at the messy kitchen, but I'm determent to see how long it takes before my husband decides to wash up.

It has now been 24 hours...