NOT MY JOB
Taking out the bin was never meant to be my job.
Taking out the bin was never meant to be my job.
Nor was taking rubbish bag to said bin.
It was an unspoken rule from day one. He Tarzan, me Jane.
But lately there’s been a shift. See there are only so many fruit bar packets and apple cores you can shove into a flip top bin. I can’t tell you exactly how many that is, but if you're me and you push it, it's somewhere in the vicinity of a shitload. And I have no choice of late but to get off my fat arrse and take it out myself.
But lately there’s been a shift. See there are only so many fruit bar packets and apple cores you can shove into a flip top bin. I can’t tell you exactly how many that is, but if you're me and you push it, it's somewhere in the vicinity of a shitload. And I have no choice of late but to get off my fat arrse and take it out myself.
I make lunches 5 nights a week which I DETEST. I do it. As Mr Harts housekeeper used to say, “I no complain”
I wash the clothes, I dry the clothes, I change the beds, I vacuum the floors, I mop the floors and I clean the toilet that sees action from 3 males on a regular basis.
I wash the clothes, I dry the clothes, I change the beds, I vacuum the floors, I mop the floors and I clean the toilet that sees action from 3 males on a regular basis.
But the bins get to me. Can’t tell you why. I will now go play myself the worlds smallest violin and get over my first world problem.
10 comments:
Hmmmm...reminds me of a recent conversation between my hubby & me about friends of ours...went something like this:
Me - M & P are getting new carpet so M asked P to paint the room before the new carpet is laid.
He - Why doesn't M do it herself?
Me - Because P is the man....men paint!
Some things are just meant to be!!
I don't put out the bin or mow the lawn.
As if I don't do enough around here without adding his chores to my list.
Ok, sometimes I'll empty the kitchen bin, but it's under protest.
You start doing it, and pretty soon it becomes your job.
Stand firm Bern!
I always get to put the rubbish in the bin and take the bins out. Otherwise it doesn't get put out. When we had pets, I also got to pick up the dog poo in the garden, and clean out the kitty litter. I don't know how that change happened ...Whenever he complains that the house is a mess or something hasn't been done I say: Okay, then, there's nothing stopping you from doing it. He shuts up pretty quickly then!
Oh, Mr Hart... what a mess....
My pet hate is emptying the recycling.
I turn the recycling bin into a Kerplunk-type arrangement, taking care to place each empty milk container or cracker box one on top of the other. It's painstaking work building it up and up and up without sending the whole thing tumbling down but still, far easier than carrying the fucker out to the big yellow bin.
Which is definitely Man's Work. I think even the suffragettes of the turn of the century would agree.
I hear you Bern! I have never mowed the lawn. I kind of figure if MrL finds out that I know how to use a lawn mower then that is the end of what little free time I have on a weekend. As far as the bins go! My biggest bugbear! I hate putting out the bins. And everyone hears about it every week! But if I don't do it then we would be now living in a house that would appear on ACA as one of those horder homes with rubbish everywhere. I am training MasterN to do this for me. His wife will thank me for this in later years. Nox!
I love bin night - I am queen of bins.
But that is beacuse I am so fussy - no chucking anything in unbagged and making my bin stink nasty, I like it clean.
And i'm home, and I only have to wheel it up the driveway - what's the fuss? My DH works LONG hours and is home after dark, so makes sense for me to take it out.
Whinger :p
Ha! Get this...I get told off by Mr Smith if I dare to do HIS job of taking the bins out because I don't "do it properly". Yet when I dare "why not use the cleaning products instead of the sopping wet chux to clean surfaces?" I get told "be greatful, I'm doing YOUR job for you!" Charming....I married Prince Charming.
Oh, and slightly off topic, but along the same lines - last night at 3am, Mr Smith decided the kitchen needed cleaning as he'd fallen asleep in front of the tv and didn't get a chance to carry out his military style (read: OCD) rounds before bed. Wipe baby chair, dining table, kitchen surfaces; ensure dvds and cds all aligned; chairs in, rugs straight - bed! This was all AFTER, I'd just gotten up for the 3rd time to a settle our 15 month old, who's bedroom is next to the kitchen. Guess what, he woke up! ARGHHHH!!!
I'm hearing you sista, mind you, our driveway is rather long and very steep so it makes sense that 'Mr Spin Class' handles the jobs which require stamina and fitness. But there was a very interesting discussion taking place the day I insisted he could hang a mirror on the wall because..you know...it was a man job (or not, as the case may be).
Someone put a chicken bone in the 'recycling' today too ... of course, I saved it before it became an eco-childs-cubby ... but WHY why, would you think a chicken bone was reusable?
Gah.
I feel your pain.
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