In an odd sort of way I almost feel like being such an introvert has added to how creative I've become. Other people may not know it, but I'm hilarious! I'm kind of surprised that I don't have ulcers from holding back my sarcasm/thoughts all the time. The hubs has been watching Scrubs on Netflix again and I'm kind of in love with the character JD solely for his inner monologue.
Earlier today, while being an exemplar employee at work, I was texting the hubs and found out that he didn't go into work until 5:00 pm instead of getting off at 5:00 pm like I thought. A few hours later I texted him again to see if he could either take the recycling out to the dumpster or clean up some more of the kitchen. How nice of me to give him a few things and let him pick whatever, right?
*side note* Our house is atrocious! I'm one of those people that has to watch Hoarders occasionally to make myself feel better. Anyways, a few more hours after that I texted him before he was heading in to work and asked him what he'd been up to. He responded by saying he mostly took a nap (he's been working overtime and been sent out to open up/help train staff at new restaurant locations) and played some video games. And of course I secretly was hating him because he was home having fun and I was not, because I'm a good wife like that.
I get home to discover that the kitchen was just as I left it and the tower of recycling (literally higher than my head) was still stuffed in the corner. Of course, me being me, I know the chances of me saying something to the hubs about it is slim to none. Back to my starting statement about being creative, I had to come up with something to make myself feel better. So what do I do? The laundry, but pull out all of his underwear and wash everything but that. Immature? Probably. But it made me feel better and my sister got a laugh out of it!
*Update*
The hubs came home and apologized for not cleaning anything today so all is forgiven. I told him there's always tomorrow to try again. ;0
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