
In the aftermath of the little giggle this picture prompted, I got to thinking about passive-aggressive notes that could be found at my house.
I bet you're thinking, "Uh oh. Now she's going to bash her poor ole still-recovering Hubby." But I'm not. He's Superhubby, remember? He also happens to be an engineer. I could say he's anal, but that sounds too negative. The fact is, he just likes orderliness. He likes things to be in their proper place. Which is not a bad thing. Otherwise, our house might be subject of a Hoarders episode on A&E.
You know what they say about opposites attracting? I am not orderly. I'm clean, mind you, I'm just not as driven to distraction by clutter or things being out of place. (If Hubby had a blog, he could post all kinds of crazy stuff about me.)
My Hubby is subtly passive-aggressive, i.e., he doesn't leave notes, he leaves hints. We've been married for almost 17 years now, so I am pretty good at recognizing the hints.
I'll pretend I'm Hubby and give you a couple of examples. But, BUT, before I do, I will be the first one to admit that he is right. His way is best. Order is better. My brain just doesn't work like his does.
Here's an example of the place I get hints most frequently. Especially when it's Hubby's week to make dinner.

Here's what the hint would look like...

See? He's right. The counter is much nicer when it is clutter-free. I just can't put stuff in its place promptly. I do it in stages. It is not a conscious thing. I am not trying to push him over the edge, I swear.
Here's an example of the second-most-frequent hint...


Again, Hubby is right. It looks much neater this way. I'm being honest here. I did not set out to bash Hubby. That's why I keep saying, "HE IS RIGHT." I really just wanted to point out that he's rubbing off on others, including the dog. Which dog? Why Belle, of course. Meg's a bit wackier. (More like me, some might say.)
Belle and Meg both have Gentle Leader Easy Walk Harnesses. They wear these when we're driving so we can fasten them in to prevent them from bouncing around the vehicle like crazy dogs, covering all the windows with dog snot and/or bounding out the second the door is opened.
We're not really crazy about the Gentle Leader harnesses and reverted to using CeCe's old harness on Belle. But then, last week, it mysteriously broke. So this past weekend, Belle wore the Gentle Leader harness again.
Here's what it looked like when we got home...

Yes, it took a while to get to the point of this post. But you had to have the whole picture. Besides, through poking fun at Hubby I have created a public admission to being a disorganized mess.
That Hubby of mine is very patient when it comes to my foibles. A lesser man would have just given up and divorced me by now!
UPDATE on yesterday's post... Klondike, my grand-dog, was the culprit. I suspected as much. He spent the day here with Amy, who was sick. She called today to fess up and apologize. But, like I told her, the point I was trying to make was not that the poop was left in my yard. I mean, I wasn't thrilled, especially after sticking my finger in it, but that's not the moral of my post. The moral was supposed to be, don't let stupid stuff like poop get you all worked up. There are more important things in life, like your sick spouse, on which you should focus.
I don't think I had any idea that Dad was quite that. . .orderly (although I lived with him long enough to know about his hints lol). I'd say maybe that's where I got it from, but I rebelled against orderliness when I first moved out and was quite messy. It took living with DSH and having his style rub off on me that put me back in neat mode. :-)
ReplyDeleteNeat really is better. I'm just one of those people that has to work at it.
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