Well, it’s almost officially Springtime again. The time when you look around your house and think about cleaning, purging & organizing. The time when you look around your yard and discuss shrubbery, weeding & mulch. It’s also the time when the man in your life realize that his “chores” for the year are about to begin since he’s been slumbering and hibernating all winter as you continued to mop floors, clean toilets and wipe whiskers out of the sink. As I’ve mentioned before, men’s chores are seemingly seasonal… they last for about 4-5 months when the grass needs to be mowed and then they must rest for 7-8 months from all their hard work.
So…. instead of rejoicing the new season and celebrating the opportunity to start anew they start grumbling about all the work that lies ahead of them.
I even made the mistake of mentioning a possible yard sale for the Spring and hubby’s response was simply….. “you really must hate me, huh?!” (and, if you don’t remember what a debacle the last yard sale was please read HERE or HERE).
My mind is already whirling with all the activities we should do. I have one weekend reserved for cleaning out the garage. I have another weekend mentally booked to build a new gazebo at our pool. Then there’s the closet purging, and the planting of flowers, power washing the house, and (DEEP BREATH) shopping for a patio set, shopping for plants, shopping for other stuff we might need, that I’m unaware of right now.
You want to know what’s on Hubby’s list. Motorcycle rides, beer consumption, tv watching, motorcycle tinkering, more alcohol consumption and even longer motorcycle rides.
You may be concerned that our agendas clearly don’t align. That’s because I’m an evil, evil, woman who wants nothing more than to “ruin every free moment with chores”. Yep, that’s me….. a Life Ruiner. A slave-driving, chore-master who doesn’t understand that a household chore can be delayed for WEEKS if the weather is nice enough for a motorcycle ride.
Silly, silly me.
It never ceases to amaze me that men can cling so vehemently to their carefree, responsibility-free youth, that they miss the fact that they’ve grown into adults while they weren’t looking. Surprise boys… You can’t own a (clean) home, have a (happy) family and not look like the trashy neighbor if all you want to do is ride on your big wheel with your buddies.
Now don’t get me wrong, hubby will likely tackle many of these projects with me…. some he may even take on himself, but I guarantee that it won’t be without it’s share of whining, pouting, feet stomping and perhaps even a bit of silent treatment. So as the season’s change, two other things seem to change as well; Hubby changes into a cranky little boy who’s favorite toy has been taken from him until he cleans his room. And I change into a wifely “mom” who obviously takes immense pleasure in “taking away” all the fun in his life.
Ahhhhh….. I just love the Springtime!
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