I don’t know if I’ll even have enough to write a whole blog post on this topic. But it’s something I NEED to get off my chest, because this is the one thing that my husband does which has the ability to make my temper levels rise. No it’s not forgetting to buy milk. Or staying out late with his mates at the pub. Or even drinking all the cold water in the fridge (which I put in there) and never refilling the bottles. No this is something much smaller than that, but no less annoying: leaving all of HIS THINGS on my beautifully clear kitchen counter tops.
Even as I’m writing this I’m aware how picky and silly this sounds. It’s just a phone. And his dirty wallet. And jangly keys. And sunglasses. Why do I mind so much that he leaves them all on top of the butter dish? Or right where I’m making sandwiches? Maybe it’s because I have put up a key rack, precisely for this purpose. Or even because I bought a wicker basket, to hold all of his knick knacks and PUT IT RIGHT BY THE FRONT DOOR.
Or, maybe it’s because I’m busy making a meal and the last thing I want is clutter and filthy objects, right by the food stuffs. Or, maybe it’s because I have to move them, every damn day, off the food counters to the other counter (ONE METRE AWAY) but then every day, when he gets home, they are back on the food counter by the yellow butter dish. There have been countless
arguments discussions about this matter. But now I’ve realised that it is pointless to raise it anymore. Because he does it at his mom’s house too, or at the house we are on holiday in. He gets home, takes out all of his shit and strews it over the first surface that meets his eye.
You know, this issue would be solved if men had handbags. Then they could place their handbag in a specially selected place when they got home and none of these items would be floating around. It would also prevent them from LOSING all their things, and then blaming us for moving them. Yes, if you continue to put your disgusting wallet almost on top of my cutting board, where I am making salad, I will continue to move it back to the other counter (that is expressly for this purpose).
Most times, it is not because of anyone else but himself that his house keys or wallet are missing. They are typically by his bed, or in his car, but NO the other members of the family must be blamed for moving these things. I can’t count the number of times that we have been accused of moving them – when in actual fact, it was he who could not remember where he had placed them in in the first place. “The kids! They’ve moved my wallet! My day is ruined, oh why is my life so hard etc.” One minute later: “Oh, here it is – in my jeans pocket.”
I’m aware that this is a very small price to pay for being married to a wonderful man and father. But this doesn’t mean that I wasn’t ready to lob his wallet, phone and sunglasses straight out of the kitchen window last night.
Does anyone else experience this “counter rage”? Or is it just me?
Have happy Saturdays (and you have my sympathies as you move the car keys away from the butter dish. Again.)