Ok, now I’m by no means a girlie girl. I do plenty of gross jobs around the house. I just want to get that out of the way before I being my complaint for today. Yeah, this one pisses me off.
Long before MJ was born CableDad and I arrived at an agreement. In exchange for me doing the cooking, cleaning, vacuuming, laundry, baby maintenance, cat puke cleanup and general house maintenance he said he would clean the cat litter box and take out the trash. The litter box cleaning was due to the whole toxoplasmosis issue when I was pregnant (hell, it was a great excuse) and the garbage? Well, taking out the garbage is just a boy job. Simple fact.
And I’m not even talking about the daily trash. Nope, I take out the kitchen trash at least once a day. Nope, the job’s easier than that. I’m talking about bringing the huge trash barrel down to the curbside once a week for the garbage men.
Somehow this has become a weekly argument/bitch-fest in our house. It goes something like this.
Imagine a Sunday evening.
Me: Sweetie, it’s Sunday. Can you bring out the trash and the recycling please?
CableDad: (staring into a computer screen) um, yeah. sure.
an hour or two passes.
Me: Sweetie, don’t forget to put the trash out tonight, ok?
CD: yeah, whatever. I said I’d do it.
Enter Monday morning. The trash still isn’t out.
Me: CableDad, the garbage men will be here in a few minutes, can you please go take out the trash?
CD: Yeah, I’ll get to it.
half an hour goes by while he showers.
Me: CD, I hear the garbage truck down the road, can you please just get off your ass and put out the trash.
CD: WTF are you getting so upset about? You know, you could have reminded me last night instead of waiting until the last minute.
Me: I DID. at least 3 times.
CD: Well, you don’t have to nag me and it doesn’t really need to go out anyway.
Me: Yes. It. Does. (through gritted teeth). The fucking barrel is overflowing and it’s rotting (remember we live in Miami and garbage+ heat doesn’t leave the best smell) and stinking up the whole side of the house. Just take the fucking thing out!
CD: Shit, you don’t have to get so pissed about it.
He goes out to, so I think, take out the trash. he gets on his motorcycle and goes to work. The garbage men pass and yes, the garbage and recycling have been neglected for yet another week.
To borrow a line from a fairly popular prime time show, there is a land called Passive Aggressiva and he is their king.
Could I just do it myself? Yes, I could. I’m not weakling, in fact, I’m pretty tough, but that’s SO not the point. I shouldn’t have to do everything, especially not a boy job.