Know how much I hate housework? Well, Rory hates it even more... But unlike him, I force myself to do it regardless. I hate housework, but I hate having a messy house even more.
So last night, after he had the entire day off and did absolutely jack-all but sit around and play Starcraft 2 (while I worked, came home, went to the ballet, came home again and there was STILL nothing done), I sent him this text:
"Rory, I need you to stop being so selfish. I don't want to sound bitchy, I hate saying this, but you are. You spent all day at home sitting around playing starcraft. And got a headache at 2, which I understand... But it's driving me completely nuts that you don't do anything to contribute around here. I hate feeling like I have to nag you and practically beat you with a 2x4 to get you to help me around the house. I'm just... I'm at a total loss here. And I can't even talk to you about this in person, because now you're playing WoW.
I don't know what to do anymore."
... Yeah, frustrated Andraea isn't a very nice person. I felt -so- bad after I sent that. But I had kinda reached my wit's end.
He came to bed and kept apologizing (and then tried to go sleep on the couch, apparently he felt that bad? Thing is, it would take a MAJOR screw-up for me to want him to sleep on the couch. As exasperating as it is for him to not help me with housework, in the grand scheme of things it's actually relatively minor. So I made him come back to bed)... But whether or not he makes an effort to change remains to be seen.
I hope he does. I'm not washing his laundry for him anymore unless he does.
*sigh*
Now I kinda understand why my mother was/is so anal about having a clean house.
Sent from my BlackBerry device on the Rogers Wireless Network
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