Allergic

When Oswald and I got married, taking turns with chores was easy. We did all things together, except for one. The trash. Oswald’s job is the trash. Always has been, always will be.

But recently, Oswald has been working a whole bunch. Like wake up at 3:30am and not get home until 4:30pm (no he’s not a doctor). 

I cook the dinner, wash the dishes, clean the kitchen, and get the kids ready for bed because even when he’s home, a lot of the time he’s still working (which stinks).

So last night I had a mutual activity at the church and he had been home since 3:30pm and I thought for sure he would realize how stressed and worried I had been about this activity and do the dishes.

Well, I walk in and my Princess is coughing up a lung and sounds like a barking seal. I, of course, think its croup, but give her cough medicine anyway. That seemed to help, thank goodness!

Oswald has resumed his position watching American Idol. I sit on the couch next to him and we talk about my activity, which I’m proud to say went really well. Next thing I know, it’s 10pm and we’re headed to bed. 

I walk into our tiny kitchen and notice a sink full of dishes. I walk into our room and ask, “Do you have an allergy to washing the dishes?”

This is not the first time I have been gone for several hours in the evening only to return home to a messy kitchen. Most times I let it pass because I realize he’s been working all day long and only has a few minutes to relax before he heads back off to bed. But this time, I couldn’t let it go.

“What did you say?” He says as he’s lying all snuggly warm in our King Size bed. 

“I said, ‘Are you allergic to washing the dishes?’” 

“The dishes, ya, I’m allergic” and instantly started snoring.

Guess next time he needs some clean clothes for work, I’m going to be allergic to the laundry!

Updated: I told Oswald about this conversation, and he has washed the dishes several times in the last week. Guess my allergy to washing clothes was short lived!