Tomorrow is Saturday. I love Saturday, but sometimes it turns out to be disappointing. I always have all these things I want to accomplish, and then we end up sitting around. My husband, bless him, wants to help out on the weekends. I'll turn the corner to find him sorting laundry or something, and I know I'm supposed to be happy that I have a man who helps around the house, but instead it makes me defensive, like he's commenting on my job performance. I told my mom this, and she, with her 1950's sensibility, said "Well, he probably is." He's not my boss, mom! I have asked him to do the dishes on the weekend. I don't really need a break from most things, but dishes, yes, he can do them for a day or two. He always leaves things, though. There's always a pan on the stove that he "didn't see" or a passive aggressive cup or something next to the sink. I also have to redo at least one dish when he does the dishes. Its amazing how he can miss whole morsels of food sticking to a pot. How does he not see it?
Ok, this has gone on long enough. I have to go feed my loathsome cat who is driving me crazy meowing at the front door. She has an eating disorder, and she hates us, but I don't think one thing has anything to do with the other. Have a nice weekend!