Because I think I may have to seriously injure my OH today if he doesn't shut his mouth!!!!! ARGGGGG.



Let me just explain. I am the person who cleans the apartment. He doesn't do anything, I AM THE PERSON WHO CLEANS THE APARTMENT. When I left to go visit my parents for 2 weeks, I left some dishes in the sink and didn't take the garbage out because he was getting back in town 2 hours after me and I figured he could do it. So when I was gone, he apparently "cleaned" the apartment until it was "spotless" and didn't want me messing it up when I came home. Okay, that was fine.

My dad and my sister stayed with us for 3 nights this weekend, so their stuff was around and they were using towels and stuff. Big deal. You have guests, things are going to get out of order. So last night we went to bed and he asks me if I was going to "get the house back in order" tomorrow (today). He pretty much implied that I wasn't going to do anything and I was just going to sit around and do nothing all day. I was a bit pissed but nothing major.

So I called him a minute ago at work to ask him to pick up something so I could make him his FAVOURITE meal for supper. He asked me what I was doing and I told him I was cleaning, and he asked me what I was cleaning so I said I was doing laundry, cleaning the bedroom, and rearranging the pots and pans in the kitchen because they're impossible to get at. He sounded disapointed and I asked him what was wrong and he said 'well I kind of wanted it like it was when I cleaned...you know, spotless". AND HE WAS SERIOUS.

I don't know, maybe I'm just horomonal but I am on a MAD RAMPAGE at my seriously INCONSDIERATE, OFFENSIVE boyfriend at this very moment. Someone may have to restrain me when he gets home because I am pretty much ready throw something at his head.

I'd kill Stan if he said anything like that to me (than again he does help quite a bit with the cleaning so I can't really complain)

lol how annoying. can't comment much though as OH does most of the cleaning. He's a neat freak

I want to kill mine every bloody time he mentions (to everybody in hearing range) how horrible I am at household-type stuff. Nevermind that he nevers bother washing a dish or scrubbing the floor or the toilet or vacuuming! Grrrr. Yes I realize he works. But so do I! and I am taking classes and incubating his little alien. I deserve some credit here!

Not sure where that all came from.....

Anyways, the mood I am apparently in is suggesting to just hide the body really really well.

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I'm in an anti men mood atm, can you tell?

Ooh, yeah, I'd kill DH if he said anything like that. Spotless? I mean, really, come on now. I'd probably say something along the lines of, "You're right, darling. Since you do such a PERFECT job cleaning up, there's really no need for me to mess it up like this. Don't worry, I'll leave all the cleaning for when you get home; that way you can do it just the way you like it. You know. SPOTLESS." But then I can be snappy like that.

I think I need to invest in a punching bag. For real. Before I hurt someone. haha. God what a bad frickin mood!!!!

break his fookin neck and stamp on his balls tell him to do it him self the git

awww hun

Oh, the place is clean. CLEAN CLEAN. One word out of him...and LORD help me...