But he's sick today, and he never gets sick, so I'm stuck with this 'mad' feeling and no where to vent. So I'm using this blog, my apologies to anyone related to him. I love him, I really do, but today just feels like a big huge sign that says "HE'S ONLY GOING TO DO IT IF YOU ASK HIM, EVER" and I just don't think I should always have to ask. If there is crap on the floor, clean it up. If the rug needs vacuuming, vacuum it. If the bathroom needs cleaning, clean it. And the worst part is, it's me that it bugs. Which means I have to do it. Because if it doesn't bother him, why should he have to do it? I can honestly say that if I didn't care if the kitchen was clean, I would have left the dishes too. But I care. I live here. And I'm proud of this place. Grrr. This is no win.

But, just so you know, when he does clean the kitchen he's better at it than I am. It looks incredible when he's done.

I guess I have to finish now, because it feels like I'm picking on him and since he's sick he has no way to defend himself. And I should go check and see if he wants some herbal tea for his throat. Can't live with him, can't live without him. :s