What is it about husbands that makes them think that when you took your vows of marriage you also agreed to act as their mother?
Why do they assume that just because you make the children's dental appointments you should also make their dental appointments? And doctor appointments?
Why is it that when the loo roll is finished they leave the empty one on just like the children do?
What makes them leave rubbish on the counter tops and prevents them from throwing it away, like the security tabs from milk jugs and juice bottles? Why can't they throw away their own dirty tissues?
Why is it that when you ask them to clear the dining table they take everything off but fail to wipe it down, just like a child?
Why does the responsibility for sending their mother a birthday card suddenly fall to me once we agreed to spend the rest of our lives together in holy matrimony?
Why in the world am I the only one who cares that all the socks are matched up and definitely the only one in my entire household to throw away sock and underpants with holes in them?
Why does he expect me to buy him shoes? socks? underpants?
Why can't he throw away an empty bottle of his deodorant/shampoo/shower gel? And put that he needs a new one on the shopping list? Or buy his own?
Why am I the only one who thinks about birthday gifts for friends and our children's friends? Why am I the only one to do the Christmas shopping?
Why is meal planning my job? (OK, I know the answer to this one. Marc did it once and we didn't eat a green vegetable for about 7 days.)
But seriously, men, we are your wives, not your mothers. Just because we promised to love, honour and cherish you does not mean that we are your maid, chef, personal assistant or your mother! Take care of yourselves and we will take care of you.
2 comments:
Please keep me posted if you get any good answers for your questions. I'd like to know, too.
You can't live with them and you can't live without them. You can bet some guy will have a list of his own in response.
Sue
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