Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Treat Your Spouse Like a Ten Year Old... Hilarious.

I was browsing Facebook recently when a meme about tricking your kids into doing chores came across my feed. I usually cackle at these things, then move on. Har har, hide your kids phone charger and make them do chores to find it. Hilarious. But this one caught my eye because the person who posted it suggested it might be applicable to getting your spouse to do chores.

While my husband sucks at helping around the house, and I cannot get him to do chores most of the time, he's also an adult. He's a grown man with a high tolerance for mess. He says he doesn't clean because he doesn't care if the house is a mess. He sees the mess, he just doesn't really give a shit. This is something we go back and forth about because the reality is, if he doesn't do it, I still have to. But, he also does a heck of a lot of other things like working 11-12 hours a day, going out to do errands when I'm feeling lazy--he's actually out getting food right now, as I type this--and plans fun things for us to do together.

But again, he's an adult. It's insulting to suggest that a wife should trick her husband by hiding his phone or charger, or make him play little games to get his things back. That's pretty ridiculous. Do I wish he would be more helpful? Of course, I do! Would I demean him by forcing him to go on a scavenger hunt for his Nintendo Switch? No.

Maybe it was a joke and I have no sense of humor. Or, maybe this sort of humor is degrading to adult humans--both men and women. I just don't find it funny. Somethings tells me treating one's spouse like a ten year old isn't conducive to getting said spouse to see one as an equal life partner deserving of sharing equally in the responsibilities of adulthood. But maybe that's just me.

Thursday, April 4, 2019

Coffee and a Classic: The Phantom of the Opera

March's Coffee and a Classic box came at the very end of last month. I only just got around to taking pictures of the boxes contents. I was seriously stoked when I checked the sneak peak last month and discovered that March's story was Gaston Leroux's The Phantom of the Opera. Like everyone else, I've seen and loved both the play and the movie. But, I'd never read the book. I cannot wait to get it started. I'm still working on last month's book, The Last of the Mohicans, very slow reading, but am going to temporarily set it aside until this one is done.

Here's the box in all it's glory...

The book isn't one of those fancy cover editions, but I'm pretty sure this one doesn't come that way. And you know, it doesn't matter. The book's cover is neat and it's going to be a lot easier to handle than those books with the covers whose spines I'm terrified to mess up.

I just love the picture on the cover! The book mark this month is metal, a musical instrument (accordion) which is fitting but I think I'm going to leave it in the package and put it up somewhere so I don't bend, break, or lose it. Moving on...

Every month the box comes with an insert like this that says what's inside. This month's is particularly fun and fitting. I'll probably tuck it inside the book so it doesn't get lost or damaged. Maybe I'll use it as a book mark. And, now I'm wondering what I did with all the other inserts that came with the previous boxes... time to look for them. I don't want to lose them. Hopefully it's not too late.

This month's goodies include a sleep mask, which I haven't tried because I don't like anything on my face, a air freshener that's shaped like a chandelier (below), and a rose shaped chocolate. It has taken all my willpower not to eat the chocolate rose before I could get this picture of it. I have since eaten it so that I could write about how tasty it is. It was. You're welcome.

How cute, right? I love it. It's hanging on my new book shelf, about five feet from me, and the scent is a little bit overwhelming. I'm pretty sensitive to scents anyway, but this is strong. Once it dies a slow, scentless death, then it'll just be a cute little book shelf ornament. Definitely cannot put it in my car.

And the part I most look forward to other than the book and cocoa... the mug! I've recently started collecting mugs, I think I may have mentioned that in one of the previous posts, and every single bookish mug that comes with these boxes has been lovely. This one is small, only just about exactly 8 ounces, but it's really lovely. First thing I did was wash all the paper shavings out of (the box is filled with paper filler to pad everything) then fire up my kettle and make myself some cocoa (pictured below).

See how it's somewhat bent down on the top? Yeah, that's because I've almost emptied this little pouch. It makes 3-4 mugs of coca, I've just about downed all of them. Of all the cocoa's, this one was my favorite. It's the sweet vanilla cocoa from McStevens. It's pretty inexpensive on their website, but I haven't ordered it because the shipping is almost as much as the tin of chocolate. $8 shipping on a $10 tin of cocoa. Doesn't matter if I loved it, not paying that.

All in all, this months box did not disappoint! The whole thing was just as fun as they've all been. I've already checked the sneak peak for the April box and I am so excited. I cannot wait for the next book. It's one I've read five or six times now, but that I love every single time. I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy just thinking about it! If you're interested, check it out on their sneak peak page.

**Absolutely not a paid endorsement, I pay for this subscription every month. I just love the product. 

Tuesday, April 2, 2019

Dinnertime Drama: Rant Edition

I'm in a curmudgeonly mood today...

It's a little bit after four o'clock in the afternoon and I was just sitting her thinking that Matt would be home soon and then... queue the dinner time drama. And, you know, I kind of dread it. Okay, more than kind of. I dread it. I would almost do anything to avoid this nightly ritual where he looks at me like I'm somehow the party responsible for all domestic responsibilities, including but not limited to cooking dinner. Because that look is always followed closely by disappointment that I didn't thaw anything out and then expectation that I'll do something about it.

Every single goddamn day, we go through this dinner time dance where we go back and forth about what to eat. He asks what we have, I say I forgot to thaw anything out, and we try to decide what we're going to do instead. He never wants to go out to dinner anymore, though he never had a problem with it when we lived in Texas. A few days ago he went so far as to tell me he doesn't like to eat out and never has... which is absurd in a way that's shocking to think he even said it.

Tonight is not going to be any different. I didn't take anything out and we need to get groceries. So, we're going to have to either have something ordered, or I'm going to have to talk him around to going out to dinner. Since he spent half the early morning hours throwing up today, he's going to be particularly picky about what he wants to eat (as he should), which is going to make figuring out what to eat even more difficult. This is seriously a waste of a good hour of our time every single fucking evening. Every single one.

I know this is something all married couples go through once in a while. In fact, there are memes about it all over the internet. Yes, hilarious. But after 20 years it's starting to not be so hilarious. And, while I know that I could prevent it just by cooking dinner... I just don't want to some nights. I work too. I'm tired. I want to chill, rather than spend my evening cooking and cleaning up the mess. I don't want to. Simple as that. I should not have to be responsible for dinner every single night.

And, he's home... time to go to war over dinner.