Monday, April 15, 2013

Evidence That My Family is Trying to Drive me Insane

I've been gathering pictorial evidence of a low-level plot that my family has concocted. I don't know what the end game is yet, but I'm pretty sure it involves me losing my mental faculties. The alternate title for this blog is, "This is the stuff you miss when you're at work," which is really a love-letter from all stay-at-home parents to their working partners.

Example 1:


 And yes, the cans are half-empty, not half-full. Don't judge me, it's been that kind of week.

Example 2:

Or break my own neck, which negatively impacts you
because I will be unable to fetch your snacks.

Example 3:

Because, why? Is the castrated mud man they belong to coming back to get them?
Example 4:

Also, popcorn.

Example 5:


Example 6:



Example 7:





They can't say they weren't warned.

4 comments:

  1. Take heart in the fact that the same is going on over here. The tp roll struck me particularly funny, because I would bet a large sum of money that I am the only one in my house who has ever actually changed a roll. And setting a new roll on top of the empty roll/holder does not count! Can I hear an "Amen!"?

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    1. Yes, ma'am. Amen. A related plague afflicts my house. I am the only one capable of dispersing rolls of toilet paper from Central Command (the upstairs linen closet), 2-3 rolls at a time, to the various water closets in the house.

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    2. Amen from here, too! I think the K may change the rolls and, surprisingly, the Baby. So there is an upside to her being the most OCD of the children.

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  2. I bought a double roll holder for our master in hopes that there would be at least one roll available. Nope. I had to replace both rolls this morning with not even a square to spare. MB is pretty OCD about TP. He likes it to roll off the top and will in fact change it if I put it on the wrong way. I don't get the shoe thing either. Every person in this household has ample space in his cubbie for shoes. WTF? Oh, and I stepped in dog shit this morning getting trash together to put on the curb, which is not my job. I try really hard not to feel resentful, but I do.

    Good thing school started today. Sounds like you were on the verge.

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