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Friday, April 24, 2009

Going to Extreme Measures

I'm not the world's biggest neat freak, but I am up there. I can't help it, I like it when things are where they're supposed to be but if that can't be managed, at least I like to have things clean and I mean not dirty, sticky, gross in general or stinking.

So lately I've been having a losing battle over the dish sponge. I can NOT stand it, I repeat, CAN NOT stand it when the thing is left of the little dish wet so that the next time you use it, it's all stinky. Gross! That's when I take the damn thing and nuke it or chuck it. I normally replace the sponges fairly often anyway but what really cheeses me off is when this happens to a new sponge. Blech!

Now most of you know that in order to save up for a home in the very near future, Aaron and I have been living in the apartment with his brother. So I have had the daunting task of training the both of them out of the bachelor lifestyle. The sad passive aggressive fight over the sponge has been between Aaron's brother and myself. But after telling him outright to squeeze the damn thing out after using it last night, and him telling me, "you got it." He went and did it anyway. There it was this morning in it's soggy, stinky glory. I chucked it.

The crazy thing is, this has been going on since I moved in. At first it was impossible to pick out the culprit. We all did the dishes and I was never home to catch the person in the act. But since I haven't been working, Aaron hasn't washed so much as a butter knife, leaving one other person. Ta-dah! I've asked several times but he must think I only meant for him to squeeze the damn thing out on those occasions. So I made myself clearer. I explained why I get annoyed adn he seemed to understand the reasoning, but the problem persists. So this morning, I decided to take it a step further.

I thought, perhaps it's not a matter of not wanting to do it. Perhaps it's a matter of being too F***ING forgetful. So I put up a hot pink sticky note at the sink with the words, "SQUEEZE OUT THE SPONGE! Or I WILL Squeeze it out on your head!" I mean it too. That thing will get wrung out on his head. The note is right at eye level so unless he's also blind, he shouldn't miss it.

So... who's willing to place a bet?

4 comments:

Chele76 said...

do you have one of those suction cup sponge holders? I recomend one of those as well.... more surface area is exposed to air and leads to more happy driness.

KekeLynn said...

haha love it! Somtimes men are slllooowww learners.

Great blog, I look forward to reading more.

marathoner81 said...

Too funny! I absolutele cannot relate! I'm not even close to being a tidy person. I can however relate to someone doing something that annoys you and they won't stop doing it.

E. Van Lowe said...

My wife had a problem like this with me many years ago. When I didn't do it "right" she thought I was being passive aggressive. But I wasn't. GUYS ARE DENSE. I know this personally. I used to tell my her this often: "We are not as evolved as you guys." That post-it note could be up there, and I STILL might miss it. You need know it's unintentional and keep hammering away. That's what my wife did. And now look--no more mess. Well, almost. I'm still a guy. We are works in progress :)