Socks on the mantlepiece: should I be upset?

Ok, Clara Lou,-----so when he mucked up the microwave---I guess you did not make him clean it up. Yes, I know its easier said than done.

So I have an idea you might want to try. Everytime you have to clean up after him, keep track of YOUR TIME in doing that chore. Thus YOUR VALUABLE TIME is then minused from something he wants special to be done for him.
Like being driven to somewhere, "Sorry Sloppy Son, you say the football game is 45 mins away, well I just spent 30 mins of that time cleaning such and such, after your mess , so I don't have the time to take you. Gosh so sorry."

Sloppy Son needs to realize that your time is VALUABLE. And that your not on this earth to cater to him and his messes.

This happens alot in marriages, for some reason some men believe that their time is more valuable than the womens, their stories, their moments etc. If you nip Sloppy Son in the bud now, Mrs Sloppy Wife will thank you later.

CLARA LOU, YOUR TIME IS VALUABLE. say it with me 5 times.

 

Ahh, that explains everything. I always suspected my wife was an alien, and coming from such a hot planet explains why should always complains about the cold while I'm walking about in shorts and T-shirt. Coming from a planet whose atmosphere is largely sulphuric acid explains why she can sometimes seem so hostile.

Thanks for the useful info

There is clear logic to that one. You get into bed with your socks and undies still on, because it is a bit cold. You soon warm up under the covers, and finish stripping off. Nice and cosy in bed you don't want to get out, but at the same time you're sick of getting up still half asleep and tripping over yesterday's undies. So you throw them under the bed. Problem solved.

I bet you'll find that he can use the appliances very proficiently, and would sharpish demonstrate this if there was a young lady coming round. But....

...there's no need to do these things, because by simply use some tricks that were already old back in the 1980s when I was a teenager (do things badly enough times and you'll no longer be asked to do it), there is no need.

There used to be a TV ad back in the 80s for a washing up liquid, starring Lenny Henry and a little kid. In the ad, he tells the kid something like "I'll let you into a secret, if you don't want to be asked to do the washing up, do it badly". There was a sequel to the same ad where (I think) Billy Connolly pretends he doesn't know how to wash up, and gets some kid to repeatedly show him, thus doing it for him. As a kid I just found it funny, but in hindsight it was just the old role reversal gimmick that I'm sure all parents recognised.

 

I ALWAYS leave my socks on the Mantlepiece








Every December the 24th :-)

Jack McHammocklashing

 

I was a stay at home mum. But got the men in my life under control right from the start. They can do all household chores PROPERLY and look after thermselves.

With two daughters aswell, it was also about equality in our home too.

 

Actually, Armandii, I do sort of agree. My husband doesn't do routine housework, but he does work very hard to earn the bulk of the money which keeps us afloat. He also sorts the car out and takes on some horrible jobs such as crawling under the bath to find the leak when water starts dripping through the kitchen ceiling. In the past he's also completed major building work more or less on his own, without which we'd still be living in a slum. I couldn't do any of these things, so I readily forgive him for leaving the dirty dishes, the washing and all the rest of it to me. I think that some women tend to forget all those traditionally 'male' jobs, such as the car, when they moan about being left with all the work.

I just wish my son had inherited his father's practical skills and ability to problem-solve. He seems to have my uselessness with mechanical things and his father's inability to tidy up.

 

Well I most certainly don't get any of that!! I buy HIM choc, and the only time he buys flowers is to put on his parents grave. Get told I look nice?? HA! Appreciated....... not. HOWEVER........ I AM in charge!!!!!! :D

 

:D After bringing up two strapping sons I wonder I have any hair left. Clara it's a constant battle!
Socks on the mantelpiece is a surprise but when there are no socks to be seen (the nest is empty) you will miss them.The children thats is, not the socks.
Our washing bin was kept in the bathroom, the boys would throw dirty washing over the door instead of going in the room so I would find an assortment of things hanging over the top of the door!!

 

In Iceland they think it is cool to eat tinned food.
It is beyond comprehension of most Italians how on Christmas dinner you can offer a dessert made of tinned fruit and some cream on it, but my sweet Icelandic half did just that several times!

And one time we had relatives coming from there to spend festivities in London and they brought some "typical food" from Iceland.
Apparently on the 24 it is tradition to eat smoked meat.
My voice was completely gone and I mean completely (for some throat issues) and I could not even protest...

Anyway we got this backpack of BANKOFICELAND (I am sure that nowadays they keep them hidden) with special frozen food compartment filled with food.
He took care of the cooking so we had this smoked lamb smell all over the place for like one day (apparently has to cook for many hours) and to go with it, a precious can of tinned round green beans which travelled all the way to London together with the lamb...

And we are not talking beggars! People who have their holiday shopping delivered in some posh Radissons because they cannot stop buying in between...

More crazy than that there is only my mother sending me the eggs to London from Italy (not a joke).

Give me a fresh mixed salad anytime, but not those beans again...

 

Miraflores, I imagine the range of fresh home-grown Icelandic produce is a little limited in comparison with Italy! Perhaps that's why they don't mind fruit out of tins so much. I often think that Christmases here must have been very dull before we could import lots of perishable goodies. Vegetables would have meant mostly sturdy root veggies, I suppose ... turnips and the like. I've never quite understood why brussels sprouts are considered a Christmas treat in Britain but I suppose they are compared with things like swede.

 

Yes of course I have been a bit naughty on the previous post!!!
I did appreciate the effort and the meaning of the offer, above everything else.

 

Does your son pay rent at home Clara......if not, tell him that your "not getting paid" to pick up after him, and damn well do it himself!! Its not a frickin hotel!

Good luck!