In all honesty, I cleaned like a mad woman this weekend.
And I do extra things like clean around where I am at the time.......
So, it ticked me off good tonight when hubby made the comment, "When you wash the dishes, could you also clean the stove top and the sideboard by the microwave?"
I am all like, "Well, yea! I just recently cleaned the stove top where you cooked eggs and left pepper all over it! And I clean the counter tops when I see they need it!"
He went to take a shower, and I took a "bath" of my own---in anger and indignation.
Later when he was leaving, and my goodbye kiss was small and pert, he asks, " Hey, are you mad at me?"
Well, "Duh!"
He asks, "What about?"
I have to shift back into gear and mention the cleaning crap.
He says, "Oh that...You have to let stuff like that go, like water off a ducks back...in about 10 minutes."
"Huh?"
He says, "I have forgotten about it. Why haven't you?"
I guess it takes me longer to get the duck off my back than it does him.
Yackity Quack, Yackity Quack, Don't Talk Back.
I could have spent that 10 minutes doing something else, I guess.
