so. i crawl into bed on saturday night, tired and more than ready to pass out {especially since i have to get up for church in the morning}, and the hubs asks for a back rub. my first thought, which i
didn't vocalize, is
"why didn't you ask for this about an hour ago when i didn't have 20 lb. sandbags for eyelids?" . my second thought,
which actually passed verbally across my lips, was
"seriously? i must have complained 10 times today about how much my neck and shoulders have been killing me. you want me to rub your back?" to which i received the following response:
"but i went to walmart for you today."
ok. i've made peace with the fact that the dog gets 2 treats every time he goes outside and does his business. i don't necessarily agree with the practice, considering i've been doing my business for years and haven't once been given a twix bar in the form of congratulations afterwards {actually i should probably be grateful for that since i've been wearing the same size pants for the last 20 years}. but..
you see my point.
this isn't the first time i've heard that line {or one very similar to it}. it seems to be a somewhat disturbing
{to me, anyway} trend. please don't misunderstand... i
did, in fact, ask the hubs if he would run to walmart that day. it was saturday. it was halloween. and let's not forget the most important fact...
i hate walmart. i can pretty much count on at least 2 or 3 trips a week because i tend to suffer from shopping amnesia. i always forget something we need, and before you get all clever on me and tell me i should make a list, just
stop. i often make lists, but even then i seem to forget to add at least one item that should be included. i blame it all on the stress and anxiety of having to shop at walmart in the first place. it makes me crazy.
crazy. so i asked the hubs if he would go, and {thankfully} he did. i got all warm and fuzzy and happy, thinking of him as my prince charming because he was saving me from a saturday/holiday walmart induced hell. i sent him off with a list that would enable him to use the 20 items or less checkout lane, and went back to the mountain of laundry that had my name all over it.
everything was fine until he decided to barter his trip to walmart for a back rub. prince charming suddenly became "the guy formerly known as the husband i liked", and i secretly seethed on the inside
{because that's how i seethe. i'm not a very open seether, though i'd love to become one someday}. i ranted and
raged in my head, mentally making a comparison list of the day's accomplishments...
the hubs: went to walmart; watched football; took nap
me: washed, dried, folded and put away 5 loads of laundry; filled car up and bought doughnuts for family;
took dog out to do his business 3 times {and rewarded him accordingly}; cleaned out refrigerator; took
trash out; washed dishes twice; made potato soup for dinner; ironed clothes for church; made our bed;
swept kitchen floor; made the walmart list
...and all this seething and mental comparison listing went on
as i was giving the hubs a back rub. but make no mistake, i wasn't happy about it. especially since my neck and shoulders were killing me.
so i guess the sqeaky wheel really
does get the oil. not only that, but apparantly the dog isn't the only one who has figured out how to score rewards for doing a deed
{if, in fact, doing one's business can be considered a deed}. maybe i should quit complaining and start sqeaking so that i can start collecting...
because if i do the math
{and believe me...i did the math}, i figure i have at least a 45,000 back rubs deficit for deeds done. or a 62,500 twix bars deficit for
business done.
either way, somebody better start paying up
. {squeak}
