See, I don't understand why a guy wouldn't be willing to help if he could help without being hovered over.. Maybe it
is because their moms followed them around with a dustpan...definitely wasn't like that with me, though.
I don't even think my mom
owned a dustpan, if you know what I mean.
My existence at my mom's from age 17 or so going forward was basically sleeping and showering there. Between work, school, and a girlfriend, I always had a reason not to be home. Which was OK with me, because I really didn't want to be there anyway.
I did my own laundry, because nobody really "did laundry" at my house. Everybody just sorta seemed to scrounge up what they could, and when you did laundry -- you did your own darn laundry. To heck with helping anybody else.
On the rare occasion that there was any kind of appealing food in the house, I cooked for myself. Family dinner? -- never. Our automatic dishwasher was the kind that you wheel over to the sink, but it was perpetually broken. Dishes piled up constantly. To be sure I was eating on clean dishes, I generally had to wash what I needed just before using them. When I was done, I tossed them right back in the sink dirty, just like I found them, and walked the hell away.. I'm not washing it
twice just so the next person through won't have to.
I think sometimes the little her way/my way thing we get into is because I actually
have ways of doing things, but my ways were developed anywhere between 12 and 20 and very much through trial and error processes. Nobody showed me how to do laundry -- I just did it. I mixed lights and darks for years without ripping the fabric of space and time... And, what's this mythical "fabric softener" stuff people talk about? The washer and dryer, to me, have two settings each -- on and off. There's a bunch of other options on there, but if it's making noise, it's working as far as I'm concerned. If I need a skillet right then, and there's a skillet in the sink waiting to go in the dishwasher, I'll just wash it by hand with whatever rag or scrubby is closest and use it right then and there. But that scrubby you just used to wash that skillet has been used to clean plates with
raw meat on them!! So what -- it's a skillet. I'm about to put raw meat
in it. It's gonna get hot, right? There are no chunks on it, so...there ya go. Good enough. I never washed fruit or vegetables before my wife came along...nobody ever told me I should. I do now, though I occasionally still forget.. To her, a tomato is ruined if you slice it without washing it first, with soap. Needless to say, I've ruined several tomatoes..
Little stuff like that..
I will say this...when I was growing up, if you saw a glass with sticky pop or something in the bottom of it that had been sitting on an end table for a few days, it was a toss-up between all of us as to who left it there. Nobody ever really said anything about stuff like that..
My stepdad tried once to get me and my brother to pick up after ourselves by offering us an allowance (I was like 12, maybe) but the $$$ amount would be knocked down if we left stuff laying around or forgot to turn off lights when we left rooms, etc.. Good idea, right?
Well, not when he tries to rip you off because HE left a light on and blamed you for it.. Or when someone else left a glass sitting somewhere and he said you should have picked it up anyway.. Or when you actually did start picking up after other people just so you wouldn't get docked, only to have him get WAY behind on actually paying the allowance (or
paycheck, depending on how you look at it) and then go "How much?!?" and cancel the whole program..
Which, by the way, is how the whole allowance thing ended....
Anyway..... I will admit that I'm pretty bad about leaving stuff laying around. There was actually DISINCENTIVE to clean up after oneself at my house -- what can I say!?!?
I don't like being that way, though, and I really try not to -- especially when it's something my wife is going to run across later and go "...is this
your glass with sticky Kool-Aid in it?"
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