As my husband ushered me out the door this morning for my Birthday-slash-Mother's Day "Hey, I did actually get you a present" present, I asked him to please PLEASE marinate the chicken while I was gone.
Now I realize that being alone with 3 kids during the prime of their activity period is not an easy task, but he's a pilot. They do lots of things all at the same time, like fly around people and stuff, which might be considered as hard as or possibly even harder than wrangling 3 little kids AND marinating chicken (which, by the way, involves opening a spice packet, adding vinegar, oil, and water, and then plopping a bunch of chicken in a bowl).
It didn't help that this might have been the worst spa experience I've ever had, which, as you could probably guess is pretty challenging because any time away from your kids for a little break should be a spa.
A Gyno visit on my own is actually relaxing.
But the weird full-body sugar scrub under a stained blanket followed by a shower in a really scary looking bathroom topped off by a manicure that my 6-year-old could have done did not make me a happy camper.
Seriously. The thought that perhaps this was the woman's first time painting nails actually ran through my mind at least twice during the almost 2-hour manicure.
And after just asking her to give up and take off the 4th coat of nail polish, my nails actually look worse than when I started.
Needless to say, I was trying to remind myself that it is the thought, or extreme afterthought that counts. And besides, I'd be coming home to a super clean house, my children happily snoozing, and a bowl of happily marinating chicken.
But alas - the family room was a wreck. The kids had just gone down for a nap about an hour past their nap time, and he had not marinated the chicken.
He did, however, have time to vacuum the family room floor somehow, which is awesome considering I just vacuumed it yesterday.
But why? Why can't they ever just do that ONE little tiny thing we ask?
My husband has his own room (it's a guest bedroom) in which he gets ready, makes a mess and throws clothes everywhere. We are having an open house this weekend and we were both going to clean. Usually, he'll take the upstairs and I'll do the downstairs or vice versa. Lately, it has taken him the ENTIRE time to clean his room as it takes me to clean my half of the house. It's so frustrating because if he would keep things tidy we would have been done cleaning last night. SO FRUSTRATING!
Posted by: Shelley | May 19, 2010 at 03:19 PM
Oh no, I take full responsibility. I think I recommended the spa visit gift to him...
next time I'll specify "spa with clean blankets visit"
Posted by: mom101 | May 19, 2010 at 09:58 AM
I asked my husband to clean the house (Which I might ad is a complete disaster!) for Mother's Day... it is my second Mother's Day... and that it ALL I asked of him. Do you think it has been done yet? Nope. Yet he still makes nasty comments about how messy it is... WELL IT WOULDN'T BE HAD YOU DONE WHAT I ASKED FOR FOR MOTHER'S DAY!
Posted by: Stef | May 17, 2010 at 12:10 PM
Hi hi. My sister and I just wrote a couple of weekend posts on how to get men cooking without making a mess. I was beginning to feel guilty about it, thinking maybe I was being unfair. Not any more!
Posted by: Sandrine | May 17, 2010 at 01:06 AM
what do they call this syndrome? ah yes, i believe it's called SELECTIVE HEARING.
Posted by: linda | May 16, 2010 at 12:43 PM
Your chicken, my one load of laundry I asked to be folded.
A week ago.
Posted by: Karen (SubMommy) | May 16, 2010 at 11:53 AM
I once left my husband for an afternoon and said "Do not let the boys play upstairs." Only to come home and find practically Every Surface in All 4 Rooms Upstairs Covered In Marker.
So I would love to know the answer as well.
Posted by: Jane | May 16, 2010 at 11:25 AM
Because, ummmmm, because, uhhh ....
I don't know, but it happens here too.
Posted by: Michelle | May 16, 2010 at 08:41 AM
Your husband vacuums more than me-which is saying something. I could use this story to show my husband that I do not vacuum that much after all. I hope the spa/salon offered you some serious benefits for the poor service you received. Did he offer to get dinner instead?
Posted by: elz | May 15, 2010 at 09:42 PM
I'm very confused. So you're saying for my wife's birthday I should give her a trip to the Gyno without the kids? Awesome, I can do that...thanks for the tip!
Posted by: Bill | May 15, 2010 at 07:02 PM
Cut him some slack...having to work for the government full-time for these past few weeks is bound to erode his intellect. It's written in the manual--I've seen it.
Posted by: muskrat | May 15, 2010 at 06:08 PM
Sometimes it is easier when they are at work... at least then you know you will be the one marinating the chicken.
Posted by: Nina | May 15, 2010 at 05:49 PM
If you can find an answer for that, please let me know!
Posted by: Jeannie | May 15, 2010 at 05:10 PM
That is such, SUCH a good question.
Posted by: emily | May 15, 2010 at 02:19 PM