Husband Training Journal, Year 8.3
Progress on:
Toilet tissue roll replacement: satisfactory, though still needs reminding.
Washing & drying laundry (his own, but that’s enough): satisfactory. Training complete.
Putting away laundry: mostly satisfactory.
Toast-making: excellent. Training complete.
Washing own dishes: utter failure. Cannot comprehend that rinsing it out is not equivalent to soap, scrub, rinse, dry. I fear anything he’s “washed.”
Doing more than just taking trash can liner out of trash can and setting it on the kitchen floor so that he “can fit more shit in there,” maybe even taking it out to the porch, instead, so that we can run it downstairs the next time we go out: failure. Reinforcement via shock therapy? Fail. Am trying starvation next.
Kitty litter replacement: Sigh. Still thinks it only needs to be replaced when the cat is ready to go on the clothes.
Tasks still doing myself because at least I know it’ll be done right: 1,233,302.
It sounds like you might actually be married to MY husband! If your husband spills raspberry jam all over the kitchen counter and then fails to wipe it up so that every f***ing ant in a 100 mile radius comes to brunch at your house….then we’ll know they are the same man; or else long lost twins, LOL!
Read this to the hubby and he asked, “Did you write this??” : ) Maybe it’s true…are all men alike?
You got your hubs to wash his own clothes? I was informed that one wearing does not mean dirty, started doing the laundry myself again. Tell me, how is toothpaste training going and replacement of toilet seat? My hubs has finally passed.
Actually, we had to resort to two bathroom approach — he has his, I share with my sister (who lives with us.) Girls/Boys = much better solution. He gets his own toothpaste.
But when he comes into ours? Yes. There are toilet seat problems.
One thing my husband did early on was put the seat down after using the toilet. Srsly, is there anything worse than stumbling into the bathroom in the middle of the night and sitting down when the seat is up? Makes me shudder just to think of what I could be sitting on.
Now I’m trying to get my 8 year old son to learn the same thing. You’d think it would be easier since he is younger. Omg, I think training 10 puppies at the same time would be easier.
Washing his own dishes will always be a problem in my house, I fear. I’m lucky if he rinses them off at all – and he wonders why I get upset? hmmm. You think he’d know after 15 freakin years! lol At least you’ve trained him in other skills – Toast – very important.
Oh boy. The dishes. My husband thinks they only need to be washed when they’re moldy and we can smell them from our bedroom. O.o
The rest of the list: fail fail fail fail fail fail
Well, at least the report card started out okay…before it turned kinda scary…
Haha, my bf does the same, rinse does not mean soap. It’s a wonder I am still alive
Sounds so familiar. Especially the part about the toilet paper roll replacement. Why my husband can manage to fetch the new roll from the cabinet, use what he needs, then place the roll on the floor beneath the empty TP holder on the wall, leaving behind the cardboard tube, is beyond me. So….close…
My challenge – teaching the husband to turn off lights in rooms as he’s leaving them rather than forcing me to follow behind hours later when I find the trail of lit rooms in parts of the house that are long deserted. That and throwing away items that are recyclable forcing me to fetch them out of the garbage. Drives me crazy.
I wasn’t a big fan of Mad About You, but this scene is about as perfect as can be.
As with cats, there comes a point when I wonder who is training whom. Instead of going ballistic when I see the dirty clothes that are dropped at the side of the bed (every night) as I did at the outset of our marriage, now I just sigh and grudgingly pick them up and put them in the hamper.
but the acid test is: did he change diapers and wipe runny noses??
After fifteen years my husband still believes that his socks and underwear still magically appear in his dresser clean, folded and matched by fairies. His workout clothes are cleaned by elves and the toilet seat is only put down 50% of the time.
He will take the trash out but replacing the liner is beyond his abilities. My son has this same habit.
At least Bobby rinses his dishes, I believe I am the only one in my house that does so.
I relate so much to this.
Dear Partner thinks the space between the bed and his bedside table is the actual laundry basket. THAT drives me INSANE.
Having never lived with a guy, this is fascinating! My mom has my dad well trained! But then she’s been at it quite some time.