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Last night, my SO was slightly upset. He had taken a shower with a redback. So he makes his usual annoyed comments about pigsties and how if I were tidier we wouldn't live in one. One of these days I shall get up the courage to retort "Why don't you pick up after yourself, then? Half of this is yours. Put the junkmail straight in the bin instead of on the floor. Don't leave your dishes in the loungeroom and expect me to pick them up. Do the dishes occasionally when I cook dinner. Then there wouldn't be a pile there waiting for you to wash them." If I cook dinner for the pair of us, I refuse to do the dishes anymore. If I'm cooking for just me, it's ok, I'll do it, but when I come home from work, tired, to find him asleep in bed, and cook dinner for us both because I need to eat regularly, I'm not going to do the dishes as well. And I'm not going to cook on grotty and greasy dishes when he doesn't realise that the grease in the water has overwhelmed the surfactants. Actually, I'm not sure that he doesn't realise, he may just not care that the bacteria in that grease is going to send it rancid (there is an example of this on the draining board at the moment - I can see that what was washed in the water before the pot in question contained meat and tomato based pasta sauce, probably with cheese). Then again, I'm a little fussy about things like that. When I can see grease floating on the surface of the dishwater, it's either time to change the water or add more surfactant.
And there are a lot of papers spread out over the spare room/computer room. It's just that I know that this is not the reason why we had a redback. The rain yesterday after the hot dry days recently is far more likely to have caused the spider to have moved to a more sheltered spot - ie in the shower.
And I'm not going to snipe at him this week. He HAS been doing the clothes (not the ironing, and stuff for ironing gets put in a heap in the clothes basket with everything else instead of being hung up immediately, but it's the thought that counts) and sanding the plaster that he filled the electricians' holes in the walls with several weeks ago, and he watered my new lemon tree this morning.
Next week, however, is a different story.
I keep wanting to put my mood as something other than the choices given. Can we add to those? I feel a research coming on...