Ahhh, boys. I left for about a week recently to do some work-related training in Dallas, TX… and because I didn’t want to be totally overwhelmed when I got home, I left a little note for the boys when I left:
Dear Adam and Billy,
I hope you have a wonderful week of bachelor-fun while I’m in Dallas. Would you please tidy up the house a bit before I get home (vacuum, dishes, hide the stripper evidence, wipe the counters, and clean up the livingÂ room)? I would really love the help. Thanks boys, and have a great time!
PS. Don’t forget to feed the fish. And the dog. :)
So when I got home, I walked in the door and was quite pleased… the living room was clean, the house was vacuumed, there were no dishes in the sink and the counters were clean. It also looked like the rugs in the kitchen had been shaken out – bonus!
Adam called me from Talkeetna a few hours after I got home, and asked me how the house looked. I said that everything was wonderful and thanked him for even making the rugs look nice. Then he changed the subject.Â
The next day, my dad called. Oddly enough, he also asked me how the house looked. Assuming he’d seen my note to the boys while he was over at my house working on our remodel during the week, I said that everything looked great and I was really happy to be able to come home and relax. His response?
“Oh good, because your stepmother went over there on Wednesday and cleaned everything up for you so you wouldn’t have to stress when you got in.”
Whaaaaaaaaaat? MY HUSBAND AND MY BROTHER TOOK CREDIT FOR THE CLEANING???!!! RIDICULOUS!!! (And I’m not sure who is rubbing off on who…)
Lesson to Men: WE. WILL. ALWAYS. FIND. OUT.
(Even if it’s from another man who rats you out and then feels bad for getting you “in trouble”.)