- If I didn't go through his stuff regularly and throw crap away, we'd have one of those houses that just have the little trails through rooms, and Health Services comes in and finds dead cats buried under all the old magazines and gas station receipts.
- I've been throwing away his crap for over six years.
Well, so I was all peeved. What's a girl to do? I emailed his mom, of course. She's such a cool m-i-l that I can obliquely criticize her son and she doesn't even care. On the contrary, she responded:
"I can't throw away stuff fast enough to keep up with F-i-l. So just keep up with Dh."
Totally sympathetic. I heart my m-i-l.
I pondered this situation. I'm sure Dh picked up this charming "Leave My Crap Everywhere" trait from his father. Is Ace destined to do the same? Can I, by example, steer him in a neater direction? I hope yes, but I'm betting on NO. I guess I should start now to develop inner peace with the slobs in my life.
Love you, sweetie!
To protest my anger in response to his anger, Dh decided to ignore me for a while. This was quite amusing, as he kept forgetting and talking to me. For instance, this afternoon he nicely greeted me when he came home for lunch. Then he burst out, "Dang it! I was supposed to be ignoring you!" He makes me crazy, but I sure love that man.