messy husband

I think I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a great husband.  Really, he’s wonderful—super supportive, quick to send me on a mom’s night out, etc, etc.  He’s also a great father.  He loves to spend time with the munchkins, and rarely complains.

But, he does come with one minor glitch.  He’s a slob.  Which in and of itself, wouldn’t be so bad, but the thing is—he doesn’t think he’s a slob.  Oh, he knows he’s messy, but he thinks it’s the garden-variety type messiness.  Not the full-blown slobdom that it truly is.

What are the criteria for massive slovenliness, you might ask?  Well, here are a few of mine.

1)  Cuts hair, and leaves it in the sink for over 3 days.  Extra points if the sink in question is the downstairs guest bathroom (it is).

2)  Cannot find the trash can to save his life, even though, to the best of my knowledge, the trash has resided in the same spot since we moved in over two years ago.

Exhibit A:  Is this where you put your ice cream box once the contents have been devoured?  I think not.

Exhibit B:  Trash from the lunch I brought home on Sunday.  I don’t know, maybe he thinks it’s a nice decorating touch—-bag lady chic, perhaps?

3)  Throws dirty clothes in the most convenient location, which is typically the floor.  Extra points when they are dripping wet and muddy (they are).

 4)  Piling a table with assorted crap, and then leaving it there until I remove it.  Extra points if table was freshly cleaned (it was).

What he doesn’t believe (yet) is that I spend so much time tidying up his messes throughout the house, I have a scarcity of time left to actually clean anything, in the true sense of the word.

I’m hoping by keeping a photo-blog of his daily disasters, he might actually a) realize he’s far, far beyond your basic messy husband and b) learn to use the garbage can.

Honey, are you reading this?