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I woke up to not one, but TWO kids with a golden Stay Home from School Sick Ticket yesterday. Now, I know I work from home so that I can handle these unexpected times more easily than if I worked for someone else. It's supposedly a perk of me having an in-home office.
heh
But it's getting to the point where I cannot drop everything work related just because I have sick kids at home. Reality set in really, really quickly after I made the sick call to the school and looked down at my planner. My schedule was packed and a lot of juggling would need to occur for me to pull it all off.
It's never a good thing to start off a day with that dreadful feeling of complete overwhelmedness.
Is too a word.
So, I fed the kids breakfast and found this in the sink.
Gross, right?
Something you need to know: It's a pet peeve of mine to leave gross, rotting food in the dish drain - especially letting it sit there overnight.
gag
My husband of almost 11 years knows this. He was up and out of the house hours earlier that morning and totally saw it before leaving. I mean, he had to have seen it, right? He was the one who left it.
I gritted my teeth, grabbed a paper towel and dumped the damn drain.
Breakfast was served by an irritated server with a side of coughing kids and lots of snot. Yum.
Went upstairs to get on my computer and saw this on the futon in my office.

I know how this is going to sound when I say this, but leaving clean laundry in piles around the house? One of my only other pet peeves. No, really. I'm not a hugely anal person, but seeing this set me off.
My husband knows this irritates me - yet he did it anyway AND left it right in my office. It's like he was rubbing my nose it in.
So, I did what any reasonable woman would do. I started plotting the ways I could seek my revenge. No big statements. Just a few passive aggressive ways to get back at him.
Like this one time when we were newly dating, he was being a total grouch when I was trying to help him clean his desk. He was in grad school at the time. His room resembled ground zero and his desk was where the bomb had detonated. No idea how he accomplished any work.
Anyhow.
One of my tasks was to sort through the 100ish pens and pencils. He said something snippy to me. I bit my tongue, giggled to myself and started putting black pen caps on the blue pens and vica versa. I knew it would drive him batty... and it felt good. Really good.
Looking back, I have to ask myself why. Why did it feel so good to irritate him? Did it make him any less grumpy? Hell no. Totally didn't help the situation. Although I must tell you, to this day he shakes his head and smiles whever he pulls out one of those pens with the mismatched covers. It may not have been nice, but it was memorable.
So, yesterday, I sat in my office and took a few deep breaths while attempting to regain perspective.
My husband left the gross mess in the dish drain after he washed the dishes. I doubt he left it there to purposefully create more work for me, nor to irritate me. He could have walked away and left the dirty dishes for me to deal with, right?
But he didn't, because he is a good husband. He just lacks follow through sometimes...ehem.
And the laundry?
He left the laundry in a pile in my office because he switched loads in the middle of the night after discovering our son left a mess in his school backpack. Instead of leaving it for me to deal with in the morning rush, he dealt with it in the middle of the night.
He did this, not to irritate me, but because he is a good husband.
Crap. Perspective can suck sometimes.
Even though, for reasons I cannot explain, it would have felt good to plot against him, I knew I had a choice. I could spend more time and energy fueling passive aggressive ideas on how to get back at him or I could acknowledge what he did do... and let it go.
Which would you choose?