After our fun with the littles, I went on strike.
That's right. I quit. It was Sunday. I cooked some yummy food, I hollered in the basement for the man to clean the kitchen, I made the kid's lunch, I reminded Hubbs the trash needed to go out the next day, I found Munch's clothes for the week, I cleaned our bathrooms and picked up the areas from our fun weekend with the littles. Then, I headed to bed (shower, phone scrolling, then bed). Hubbs came up shortly thereafter and we chatted about life... I dozed off and awoke for our typical morning routine where I, like a skilled equestrian, ride Munch to complete each morning task.
"Brush your teeth."
5 minutes later...
I realize there hasn't been any water running. "Z, BRUSH your teeth."
5 minutes later...
"Why haven't I heard any water running? Brush your teeth!"
She casually responds, "Mommy, I'm pooping."
5 minutes later...
"Are you done yet? Brush your teeth."
5 minutes later, I enter the bathroom to see her standing at the sink with her toothbrush in hand and her head on the counter NOT brushing her teeth.
Rather than getting ready, I wind up pushing her through the morning routine and leaving in enough to time to take her to school... still wearing my pajamas. I have to return home to throw my clothes on and, on this particular day, I entered the house to the smell of dirty dishes. The man didn't wash them?? NOPE. There they sit.
I was so annoyed. Dishes in the sink meant I would have to come home from work, CLEAN the kitchen to cook, only to have to clean it all over - you know what? I ain't. I won't. I didn't.
I came home that evening. I cooked our dinner. I piled MORE dishes in the sink. Tuesday, I sprang from my bed to see if he - nope. He didn't wash them. The dish pile was higher. "I'll show him," I thought. I cooked Tuesday, piled the dishes in the sink and went about my nightly routine. I woke Wednesday to see if maybe, just maybe, he - NO?!
That's it. I'm disgusted. How long will these dishes remain piled up before someone does something about it? You will note that half of our sink is clear in case I need to wash something off to use it. I could probably fit everything in the other side but, really?! Who has time for that? #aintnobodygottimeforthat
Anyhoo, pray for me. I made a formal announcement that I was on strike to Hubbs. He said he'll do the dishes... when he feels like it.
O. OK. I'll wait.
Islanders, this is a no judgement zone, remember? I'm a keep-it-all-the-way-real kind of gal, remember?
Please keep that in mind as you view the next few pics as this is what I came home to last night. I enter our home from the garage. The door made a thud sound because it hit THIS box of workout junk (in the bottom right corner):
