Dear Andy #2

Dear Husband:

Maybe you could help me clarify whether my issues are OCD related like you speak of, or I'm simply the nagging bitch you portray me to be (in simpler terms).

I am getting so very sick and tired of picking up after you all of the time. I can literally take one walk through the house and tell you exactly what you did where. I let the crumbs and juice splatters slide, but c'mon... help a girl out!

The toilet seats are left up, which never used to be an issue before at all. Now I am super anal about it because it's a safe haven for balls and anything else that'll float.

The laundry doesn't usually have same day service either these days. Quite often I will leave the laundry clean and folded, but after building a mountain I have to designate a time to put it away. I absolutely hate it when you casually drape your gently-worn-all-day jeans over the clean laundry rather than putting them in the dirty basket beside it. Oh hell, leave them on the floor beside the basket, or on the chair that lives in the corner of the bedroom. Same goes for your bath towel.

The dishwasher washes the dishes for you, all you have to do is put the dirty ones INSIDE of it and I will ensure that happens for you. I will even make sure that they are put away when they are clean.

Beer caps belong in the garbage, and recyclables under the sink. Again, easy peasy.

When I come home from work, I love to use my key to open the door. Leaving the front door and/or patio doors unlocked does not welcome me home. I figure I must need to brighten up the nice "LOCK THE DOOR" sign that is just above the door handle. It worked for a bit. Maybe it's an old farm habit... please make an effort to lock it in the city.

And finally yesterday, when you got home from your 4 days of 'work' (He was paid by his boss to drive the bus for 4 days to Brooks for the senior hockey team to play provincials to win 2nd place)... emptying your suitcase into the laundry basket without sorting clean from dirty does not sit well with the Warden. Doing so can be done while reminiscing about your man/work weekend and hanging out with buddies that are on the team.

Last night would have been a fabulous night to watch a movie, but instead I would rather have some sleep. Holding up the fort and running after our 15 month son all weekend on a solo effort is exhausting enough, let alone working all day today and then making supper when I got home. You were more more up for a movie than I, after all you did sleep from 10am-6pm in the day. When I shot the idea down I soon looked over to find you back to sleep for the night at 10pm, and then sleeping until 7:30 this morning made me insanely bitter and jealous. Would've been nice for you to get up with Hudson at 1:30, or at 3am when he was wide awake would've been great too. I'm not picky!

Ensuring that the dog's feet are dry before the muddy footprints are stamped all over the kitchen would be nice. He listens to you the best, so him getting under the habit would be easiest under your command. Wicked.

Any help would be appreciated, I don't expect miracles. Just a conscious effort, please.

Thanks, love! xo