This evening during the mellow time after our daughter goes to bed and before we end up falling asleep on the couch, I was seriously taken aback. To be quite honest, I was floored. It was about 9:30pm and my husband had just finished a little snack of Ritz crackers and cheese. Out of the corner of my eye I witness him brush the crumbs from his snack off the coffee table directly onto the floor. As if that wasn’t enough, he then took his hand and brushed said crumbs under our couch.
I couldn’t believe it. We had seriously JUST had the discussion about how I was trying so hard to keep the tile floors clean because our newly crawling daughter enjoys putting every tidbit she finds in her mouth, be it leaves, dirt or dog food. I will admit, I went a little nuts, imploring him, “SERIOUSLY, what is wrong with your brain?!? Why, when you eat snacks, to you revert to a fifth grader?!” He sputtered out a multitude of excuses such as, “I didn’t know what I was doing” as well as “I really didn’t even notice!” How can this be? How can the male psyche litter his own home? This too, coming from a man that honks at people who throw cigarettes out their window on the freeway. ”What gives them the right to throw out their trash on the street?!” This is what he barks at me when I tell him he might need to cool it a bit, and yet now he literally just dumped food on our floor.
Although my shock and disgust still prevail, I am pleased to say that I got a free bathroom cleaning out of the deal; needless to say, he also was in charge of sweeping the floors.
