Sharing is Caring

This evening, Rob was out of the house for about an hour running errands. Okay, to be honest he was grocery shopping because I was not in the mood to make a grocery run tonight. Or any other night. Or day.

Anyway.

So while Rob was gone, I helped Jake and Jenna with their homework and then ran around the house like a madwoman cleaning, straightening, and generally picking the place up. [To relieve some of my guilt.] And when Rob arrived home, I continued to fold laundry while he put the groceries away. Since I was not in the mood to do that either. I’m pretty moody by nature. In case you were wondering.

After the laundry was folded and put away, I proceeded to the bathroom medicine cabinet where for reasons unbeknownst to me I was moved to start tossing out expired medications. Which is not very interesting in and of itself since we had some Siberian Ginseng that had expired in December of 2001. I should probably be embarrassed to admit that. I’m not.

I finished that task and felt a real sense of accomplishment with all I had managed to get done. And perhaps more importantly, with the fact that I had managed to avoid doing anything related to groceries.

All in a day’s work.

So, I felt I had earned the privilege to have some quality computer time until we went to sleep.

I stepped out of the bathroom, and, to my shock and utter displeasure, Rob had beat me (by about a millisecond) to the laptop. I KNOW. How very rude of him.

“Uhhh, I finished the housework I was doing and was justthissecond coming in here to get on the computer,” I whined said.

“Calm down. I’m just checking my e-mail and I’ll be done.”

I’m not sure if I was more upset because he was making me wait or because he told me to “calm down.” But I was livid. Left hand on my hip, I went into a long, loud soliloquy about how I had been working so. damned. hard. doing laundry and helping the kids with homework and picking up the living room and loading the dishwasher and throwing out expired medications and now all I wanted to do was sit down and relax and . . . um . . . you know . . . compute. And stuff.

When I finally finished my tirade, he had just one thing to say.

“I’m done.”

WHA???

For Rob, reading e-mail is normally at least a thirty-minute-long thing. He so obviously hurried through his Inbox JUST TO PROVE THAT HE COULD.

I bet he also went grocery shopping just to prove he could.

I sure hope he has something to prove the next time the baby has a dirty diaper. Cause I know I have something to prove the next time I refuse to give him a back rub.