My Husband Complained

Oh yes, he did. Oh YES! He DID! It was in the middle of a big fight and he said something along the lines of "You never make yourself look nice for me anymore." He's not talking about weekends when he actually takes me out on a date. Or weekdays when there's something going on I need to be dressed for.

He's talking about every single night when he comes home, I need to look and smell good.

And, call me crazy, but I don't understand what the problem is!

What's the matter, honey?

You don't like this look?

You don't appreciate the smell of sour milk? It's just like cottage cheese, honey. I thought you LIKED cottage cheese!

PAJAMAS?!?! In the MIDDLE OF THE DAY?!?! You no LIKEE?!


Michael Jackson did it ALL THE TIME!!!!

I KNOW he's dead, you...

FINE!

HERE! HAPPY NOW?!?!


Oh, don't EVEN start with my hair!



If you knew ANYTHING about high fashion, you'd appreciate the "My infant son pulls on, sucks on, bites, rubs his booger nose and baby food face into" hairdo I've been sporting lately!

You don't APPRECIATE the way I LOOK when you come home every night?! Well, THEY did this to me! YOUR children! They've ruined me! RUINED ME!!!!!

(Regaining composure)

(Somewhat)

(Through gritted teeth) Well, I'm sorry, but I'm stuck at home with three fussy, demanding, messy, snot-nosed kids who fight and whine and destroy and tattle-tale to me ALL DAY LONG! And I deal with that WHILE I try to do my medical transcription job full time AND I'm trying to keep the house somewhat clean AND I cook dinner almost every night!

Oh, and let's not forget the part where I'm trying to finish editing your book and write the rest of the music for our upcoming album release.

So YOU, my dearest husband, are going to learn to like this look for the next DECADE!

NOW!


Does anyone else have any complaints?