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Janey,
Years ago when I was a SAHM, I overheard DH making a wise-arse remark to his MOTHER saying he was growing accustomed to living like a slob and was surprised because he hadn’t been raised that way. Without a word of warning, the next day, I scrubbed the house from top-to-bottom (not that it was that dirty). Each day after that, I scrubbed the house from top-to-bottom working around whatever item he left laying around. The first day, I did all the laundry in the laundry basket, vacuumed around his socks, cleaned the counter around his dinner plate from the night before, made my half of the bed and left his dirty underwear laying in front of the toilet.
The next day, I did the same thing and continued until day 5 when he came home from work and blew up because the house was such a pit. Our little house was a disaster with clothes, shoes and dishes everywhere! Dirty towels and underwear on the bathroom floor, crusty dishes on the counters and coffee table. There was spilled popcorn on his recliner, crumpled newspaper on the floor and 4 half cups of cold coffee on the end table. It was a mess! A complete disaster. AND everything was his.
I let him rant. I let him rave. And then I calmly asked him to point out a single item of mine or the kids.
That little object lesson occurred 21 years ago. It might be time for another.
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Paige
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