I suspect many of you will relate to this. Maybe I think it's funny because it is just another day in my life, but I suspect you will find some truth in it, too!
This took place a couple of months ago, and has since become a staple in our family vocabulary. Here is what happened:
“Honey, we need to change the sheets on the bed.” My husband said to me as we were drifting off to sleep with our backs to each other, bottoms touching, and covers pulled up tight.
“We?” I asked “Do you have a mouse in your pocket?”
He sat up and asked me what the heck I was talking about. I told him that it seems odd to me that “we” need to change the sheets. I the asked him why doesn't he just do it if he sees it needs to be done. He proceeded to inform me that he couldn't’t do it by himself, because changing the sheets on the bed is a two person job. “Really, how do you suppose I manage to do it 100% of the time all by myself?” I queried.
He didn’t really answer me as he mumbled some inaudible sounds, rolled back over, and pulled the covers back up under his chin. I was lying there with the thoughts in my head spinning. I was seeing, “we need to clean the garage, we need to get more batteries, we need to take the comforters to the Laundromat and my favorite, we need to take something out for dinner.” The last one is my favorite because I visualize the two of us, united and in love, reaching into the freezer together (as some orchestrated music plays) to pull out the pork chops! And on and on the list goes… always “we.”
I think what is especially funny about this is, as much as he kindly makes it a team effort, after the announcement is made that “we” need to get something done, he expects it will be taken care of…only, not as the we he originally suggested. As it usually goes, it doesn’t come up again unless it hasn’t been done, then the original conversation takes place once again, as if he were realizing the issue for the very first time.
Most of the time, I get whatever it is done. I am the Army-of-one, the woman who does more before 9:00 AM than most people do in a day. If the sheets need to be changed, the very next morning they are off the bed and in the washer. If the comforters need to be laundered, they are in the car to be dropped into a Super-King-Sized-Heavy-Duty-Washer. And if “we” need batteries, I add them to the list of stuff "we" are out of.
Somehow, everything gets done. And just in case you are wondering, I do not have a mouse in my pocket.
Next week, we can talk about the “Finish Fairy.” Lucky for my husband, she has a thing going with the mouse.
What do you think of this whole idea? Do you, or someone you know have a mouse in his or her pocket?
Have a great week, smile, and I hope to hear from you soon!
Kathy
P.S. Since this incident, Dave and his mouse have been working together and have, in fact, changed the sheets, done the dishes, and taken food out for dinner... all without my assistance!
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