Sunday, January 31, 2010

We hate telling you what to do.

Really. We hate it.

Perhaps after months or years together, your better half has become something of a "nag", reminding you to put the toilet seat down, take out the trash, and put your dirty underwear in the laundry basket. Well guess what? We don't like asking you to do these things any more than you like being told to do them.

So, we should stop "reminding" you, you say? That would be great! Let's do that! Only now, we are forced to fall into the toilet in the middle of the night, frantically run the trash out to the curb in our pajamas in front of the whistling garbage men , and...well, put your dirty underwear in the laundry basket FOR you. Does that seem fair? Not really.

What seriously doesn't make sense about this whole issue is that you men want us to stop nagging, but if you forget to do something, you come at us with, "Well, why didn't you TELL me? I'm not a mind-reader!" Clearly, this is a Pandora's Box of a problem that's been around for ages and isn't likely to be solved in one tidy little blog post. However, if I could offer one piece of advice on this whole issue, it would be to stop making us remind you to do things. Oh, and never call us a nag, no matter how much you think it. Unless you want to sleep on the couch.

1 comment:

  1. After 20 years together, 10 years married, my wife and I have dealt with these very things. It has taken careful two-way training and isn't easy.

    But now, we both put the seat and lid down, always.

    We have a large laundry basket in a corner. Tough to miss. But we've agreed that laundry is girl stuff.

    As long as garbage is boy stuff. So I rush the trash out in the 20 degree cold BEFORE we hear the garbage trucks (most weeks).

    Just stumbled upon your blog somewhat randomly while reading hyperbole and half's comments. Dang that girl is funny.