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2005-05-16 - 6:24 p.m.
It's not mind reading, just common sense and intuition
Okay, so I admit it. I have had a bit of writer�s block lately. I think it�s the heat frying my brain. Or perhaps my husband. They both have the same effect.
I�m doing fairly well at work, then BOOM! I get home and get into an immediate funk. Part of what I attribute to today�s funkiness, is that I was expecting dinner to be ready when I got home. Of course, I should have known better.
See last week, I put together a pretty fair listing of chores for me, hubby, and roomy. It was a breakdown of what days and what chores people would be responsible for. Most of the workdays hubby and roomie have the �make dinner� chore because they are home all day and have school at night.
Now don�t get me wrong. I wasn�t expecting duck a�la orange with a nice cream Brule and a side of asparagus. Partly because I don�t like it, but also because we�re talking men here. I would have been happy if I had come home to a PBJ and some chips.
I thought perhaps on my way home I would pick up some salad or some fast food, however reminded myself that either roomy or hubby were on the itinerary for food tonight and it simply wasn�t my responsibility.
Even I made dinner on nights when I was assigned (amazingly enough). Last Thursday I made pork tenderloin with tator tots. Then last night I actually made pancakes and turkey bacon. Not exactly a six-course meal, but better than the alternative (which seemed to be just not eating.)
So I thought maybe they would have a change of heart today. I could envision them saying:
Hubby: �Ya know, Onyx really worked her butt off this weekend to make things nice for us. She has even been staying on top of chores while we�ve been slackin� a little.�
Roomy: �Word�
Hubby: �So maybe we should make her something when she gets home tonight surprise her with like some hot dogs, or hamburgers, or a nice PBJ.�
Roomy: �Cool�
No such luck. I got home and I asked hubby if he had eaten. He stares straight at the television and says, �Yeah, I had some hot dogs.�
So I kinda gave him that look. You know that look. The female one that says, �I�m so pissed off at you, but I won�t admit it because I�ll just come off as a bitch and we�ll end up arguing over just some stupid freakin� hot dogs.�
So he says, �Somethin� amatter?�
Me: �No.�
Him: �Want me to make you some hot dogs?�
Me: Gaack! �Don�t you have to go to school?�
Him: �Yeah.�
Clearly I was suggesting that he say something like, �I�m sorry honey. Would you like me to fix you something? What would you like??�
Men have no imagination.
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