We all know that in every household there has to be “rules”- like replacing the loo rolls, putting the lid on the toothpaste, hanging towels back up – these, incidentally, are Jeff`s “rules” which no-one takes any notice of ๐ Mine, however, are a whole different ball game, and god forbid if you mess with my rules ๐
Both Jeff and I work bloody hard, full-time, so we do share a lot of the household jobs – he`s in charge of keeping the toilet seat warm on his return from work and then progresses to chiefย sofa warmer during an evening ๐ The lion`s share of the cleaning, looking after the girls, organising school uniforms, washing and ironing etc., is my domain – you may have noticed I missed out cooking – I do that too – but quite badly, I’m very lucky that Jeff is so grateful to have something/anything cooked for him he never complains and eats everything put in front of him – on his warming sofa, of course ๐
Listening toย him this morning, hunting for clean pants and socks reminded me of a few years ago when he broke one of my “rules” Ha!
One major rule of the household is that Jeff HAS to put petrol in the car for me.ย I can and have done it but I have a complete phobia about it – I don’t know why, I’m always worried which side the tank is on, always get it wrong, always go over what I intended to put in there, worried my bank card will be rejected and I`ve effectively “stolen” petrol with no means to pay – all irrational but it`s not “my thing”.ย So that is top of Jeff`s jobs to do.ย One night I wasย about to leave to a nightshift, I said the usual “is there petrol in the car?” “there should be” Jeff replied!!!!ย WHAT DO YOU MEAN – THERE SHOULD BE!!!! ARRRRRHHHHH!
This resulted in me having a meltdown listing off all the possible sceneriosย that could happen if I ran out of petrol.ย Off I stropped to work – incidentally, there was more than enough to get me there – but – not the point folks, not the fucking point ๐
The next morning I returned and whilst he was in the shower, I removed his drawer containing all his pants and socks and hid them ๐
Out of the shower he came to get dressed …………… He wasn’t impressed and was putting on a fine show of dancing around butt naked telling me he would late for work bla bla bla.ย I stood there chuckling and informed him that if he didn’t supply me with petrol, I wouldn`t supply him with clean pants and socks ๐ ๐ He eventually found his drawer, hidden in the boys room and he`s been pretty good about the petrol situation since then ๐
I introduced him to an old friend of mine recently, she said “Commiserations Jeff” on being married to me – how rude!!!
Haha! That was pretty brutal revenge ๐
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Ah but it worked ๐
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It’s not a hard thing to have to do, I am proud of your solution!
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What hilarity. I like how you guys go about things. Meanwhile, what exactly does he do while warming the sofa? Flipping through channels I guess. I think I like that responsibility ๐
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Ah Jacqueline you got it in one ๐ next step is to hide the remote control ๐
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๐ Good luck with that ๐
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Ha! I’ll need it – he’s usually sat on that too ๐
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Thats really awesome !!
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He didn’t think so ๐๐๐
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Yeah !๐
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At ours, I have to do everything except of ironing. The main reason is that he has to iron his uniforms, that there is a specific way the army wants it.
Every time he irons his uniform I wonder where “the special” way is as it would look exactly the same when I would do it, only that I would do get the job done in half of the time it takes him!!!
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Oooh keep quiet – don’t interfere with a man and his iron ๐
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pretty effective way to teach him a lesson. I’m sure the petrol tank would never be left empty after this, neither would he ever say “it should be!” again. he better well be damn sure ๐
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Ha! ๐ 10 years and he’s still in training ๐
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Brilliant. We are the same. He refuses to help so I just stop doing all the little things for him. He soon starts helping again! His job is the washing up – so he’s pretty good at that now but he still gets annoyed when it piles up – even though it’s his one and only job! He does do his own ironing though. I don’t iron anything – I won’t even buy it if I think it will need ironing. X
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I stop doing all the little things too – like sex ……. ๐
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Yes, that works very quickly! X
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Ha ha ha ha ha !! There can be advantages in living solo it seems !
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Definitely! ๐ xx
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