What the H?

I am reblogging an old post because I can’t keep up with NaBloPoMo!  I tried, I really did.  I think I may have missed a day,too, but I am not even sure at this point.  Anyway, enjoy this post about husbands and cluelessness.  And if you can identify with the story…. please comment. 

I mentioned once that I should start a blog about my husband.  I decided against that idea because I don’t think it’s a good idea to dwell on parts of your life that are…. well…personal.  

      I want you to understand that my husband is not inconsiderate.  He is just Not Considerate.  There is a difference.  Inconsiderate implies that he does things on purpose that are not considerate (mostly to me).   Not considerate means he doesn’t even realize the things he does are inconsiderate. 

     This morning at 6:15 AM  H (which shall now stand for Husband)  decided to unplug the toilet in my bathroom which had been plugged for 3 days.   This toilet is located about 4 feet away from where I lie sleeping in my comfortable, warm, bed.  I like the toilet there… it’s very convenient in the middle of the night and its why we added it when we built the master bedroom to our century old home.  When you use the toilet in my bathroom the light shines directly in my face (if you don’t shut the door) but, hey I can always roll over and face the darkness. 

     I had tried myself to unplug said toilet several times prior to this morning.  I plunged and plunged and plunged to no avail.  H is a pretty strong and muscular guy so I knew it would take his skill and prowess to make any progress.  So he begins to plunge without taking any precautions.   Not considerate. 

You know how they say that when you flush the toilet, water can spray up to 6 feet away from the toilet?  Well picture this muscular H plunging away in my bathroom with my hairbrush and toothbrush and face scrub and hot roller thingy all lying on the sink nearby.  Ew.  Need I mention there is also a bath rug on the floor that I use when I step out of the shower.  And there are several rolls of toilet paper awaiting use on the back of the toilet.   

Now all contaminated.  Not considerate.

6:15 AM.   Not considerate.

Light shining in my eyes which were closed just prior to the occurrence.   Not considerate.

Finally I hear the sounds of the toilet flushing!  I knew he could do it.  I get up because after all the sounds of water, etc.  I now have a pressing issue myself.  When he sees my leg swing over the side of the bed, he comes in with an armload of wet towels and says…..”Should I throw these in the laundry?”   

I sit on the edge of my bed and rub my eyes. My good towels.  From the cabinet above the toilet.   The toilet that is MINE and also is our guest bathroom should we ever have guests. The bathroom where I shower and brush my teeth and wash my hands and apply makeup on occasion. And those are the guest towels he used to mop up the mess. 

Not considerate.

But he seriously has no clue.

I nod my head.  “Yes, the laundry.”  It’s all I dare say at the moment.

I could say more. I could say a lot more.  But he would just say, “Well gee I was just trying to help”.

So instead I go out and pour myself a cup of coffee.   He does the same.  He grabs a ziplock bag from the kitchen counter.  It contains a zucchini bread that I made last night. 

I glare at him.  “Did you wash your hands?”

He sheepishly gets up from the table and goes to his bathroom to wash his hands.

He returns and cuts a slice of zucchini bread. 

I stare into my coffee cup .