Husbands/Men

Is it just me or have anyone else noticed that men really do suck?

I don't know about you but when the weekend come, I like to get things done. It is the only time your not running around for everyone else. It is your time to do what you want right?

WRONG!

Does it even become about the women? A hot bubble bath and the men feeding you chocolate coverd strawberries and washing your back, making sure your glass of wine is always full and soft music, you just soaking and he answering to your every beckon call.

Wow.. ok then I woke up!

Well, the weekend is here and there is lots to get done, gardening and pruning and planting. He even bought a can of paint last fall to paint the stairs outside. Hmmm.. I wonder if he even knows where it is???

You wake up only to be reminded that he went away for the weekend. So you look around and think, "where do I start".

So you paint the door inside and out, get dizzy from the fumes.. end up with a headache. Hmm where is the man for the shoulder massage? Oh yeah I forgot, relaxing with his feet up and with a beer in his hand somewhere distant.

Back to work! But you keep thinking that massage would have felt soooo good.

Now your find yourself in the back yard, looking around at all those nasty spring weeds eating up your gardens. You find yourself drawn to them and it has now become a mission as you pull each out, wishing it was his...... you know what I mean.

After about 2 hours, you realize you have about another 4 hours of work but you think, "are you kidding me, I can barely move now".

But just as you are ready to go back inside to clean all that dirt out from under your nails and pull out the slivers from those nasty prickly weeds. You see a pot with this sad looking plant that never made it into the garden last year.

You look around frantically for that pot you know you have somewhere, it is the last thing you want to get done, no you have to get done.

Ahh, there it is, hiding under a bunch of other containers. Ok, now it is transplanted, watered and it is time to go inside now.

Again, you look around, in desperate need of comfort from your hard day, a hug or a smile and maybe even a little praise for all the work you did. But alas, still NO MAN!

It is now 8pm, you can barely move, your body is cursing you out for over doing it.

You know that when he comes home that he will say, he is all smelly from fire and needs to shower and that he did not sleep well. And you know what all that means. Dump his crap all over the place, shower and go to bed.

Not even noticing what you did or realizing the pain you are in. And the worse part is, if you say something to them, you will hear, "well no one told you to do it."

We all know that things simply get put on the back burner when we ask the men for help.

Are they really allergic to work at home??? I am starting to believe they are.

So, you go take your hot bath, bubbles in the tub and foaming at the mouth because you could just KILL him.. lol

But remember ladies, HE had a long hard weekend so we should cater them him ok. I menn all that beer and fun is very hard work!

NOT!

Men..