(adapted)
Yesterday I spent two hours cleaning
the kitchen from top to bottom. After supper I said to my husband, “Harry,
let’s wash the dishes before we go to bed so we can wake up to a beautiful
clean kitchen.” He said “Fine.”
Well, after supper we watched TV for
a while and I went to make a phone call. Next thing I knew, Harry had gone to
bed. I opened the bedroom door and said, “Harry, what about the dishes?” He hollered, “Get off my back. The
world won’t come to an end if you leave the dishes till tomorrow.”
I
was really steamed but decided not to make a big thing out of it. I taped a note in the bedroom
mirror saying, “Wake me when you get up and we’ll do the supper dishes together
before you go to work”
When I got up the next morning the
note was gone and so was Harry. The
kitchen was still a mess. I don’t know whether to clean it up and pretend
like nothing happened or drive like a mad woman to his office and dump the pots
and pans on his desk.
We both work full-time and he
promised when we got married that if I kept my job we would divvy up the housework 50-50. Well, it hasn’t worked out
that way.
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