Every spouse has a pet peeve about their better half. I knowingly married a man with ADHD, which means I married clutter junction.
Yes, I do enter into the nag-nation when the trails of crap become too deep to navigate. But yesterday was the ultimate. The weather was gorgeous and I wanted to straighten out the garage a bit. When I had finally rediscovered the back of the dump corner (that place in the garage that arctic folk pile stuff until spring, I found IT.
Many months ago, my husband went bird hunting with his intrepid buddies. It was so cold that the hunters actually went to their own homes to finish up cleaning the birds. My children watched and learned all about "parts" of the birdies. And Super B left the bloody feathers all over that corner of the garage. ANd left a nasty bucket sticky with bird goo in the middle of it. Of course I asked Super B the next day to clean it up. And I asked 3 or 4 more times. It never happened. I swept up most of the feathers (they were being tracked into the house) and waited. Folks, I am biting my tongue. It is still there. Any bets on how long it will take? If I wasn't so grossed out- I would do it myself and shut up.
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Just one in a long line of opportunities to get to know each other and yourselves. Just let 'er rip and see what happens. If you're in it for the long haul, it will probably be a source of laughter down the road. This sounds like one of those moments that will help you know, later, which battles to pick.
I just had the "women who nag" conversation a couple days ago. I can't STAND being nagged...and I'm a woman! So to be the nagger--well--that seems cruel. However. I've never had a bucket of bird carcass in my garage; I may have to rewrite my rules on that one:) May be try role playing, like you do with the kids when trying to teach them empathy: "Now honey, if you'd patiently been waiting for bloody entrails to be discarded and that request had been repeatedly denied, how would that make YOU feel?" Oh the look on Levi's face would be priceless:) Can you please let me know if and when that conversation occurs so I can be a fly on the wall? :)
Part 2. I have an dump corner in the garage, and I can't blame the Wisconsin arctic. Does Indiana arctic count?!
I say sit the bucket in his driver's seat of his car for him to find tomorrow morning as he leaves for work. I think he'll get the message. The bucket may end up laying in your front yard, but at least it will be out of the garage. :-)
Hey-maybe public embarrassment on this blog will help speed along the clean up as well, come to think of it. he..he...
Every day, find another beloved possession of his and dip it in the entrail bucket. That'll get it cleaned up right quick.
Here you go ... set the bucket on his computer chair and bridge keyboard across the top of it. Gentle but clear.
OH can I empathize with you!! My husband is the worst at these type of things and he is not ADHD. We had a similiar type of occurrence only with a deer head or skull or whatever the hell it was. He boiled the head thing in a pot of water on the grill and then took the head out and left everything as was including the water he boiled it in sitting on the grill. We asked and asked and asked for it to be cleaned up. After oh several months to maybe even a year, when the smell got way too bad to the point where you couldn't even be in the barn, Travis (our son who has ADHD) cleaned the mess up by throwing it all away and placing the grill outside. And then the head of the household,who didn't take care of his own business in the first place, got very mad when someone else took care of it because his masterpiece was gone...hmmm??
These types of things are the battles I choose. When stuff like this happens now, I just say to my husband....listen, YOU don't even want ME to clean that bleepin sh** up because you won't like where it ends up.
Ugh....men....they are so messy and gross, well at least the ones that I have lived with anyway!
Well, goodluck with this and all future things like this to come...LOL. Placing it in his vehicle is a great idea but I would suggest the warning mentioned above first. Don't tell him exactly what you are gonna do with it, just mention that he won't like it.
I threw Ron's elk head outside when the smell and flies got too bad. It doesn't bother me out there.
Sick. I am SO glad my husband isn't a hunter. Even the thought of a carcass near my house makes me hock berries a little bit.
When we lived in Valpo, our next door neighbor would go deer hunting and bring his prize home. Home to a neighborhood where small children are playing outside. Small yards...and my kids are totally Crying and very upset over the dead Deer (and don't understand why he would kill it)...that he has laying in the back of his pickup truck (which is also about 50 feet from my front door). And of course all of the guys are going over to look at it. Gross. Gross. Gross.
I don't see what the big deal is here. We're good at killing S%^&, not good at cleaning up. Where's the confusion?
I, for one, am very good at cleaning up what I kill. Of course, all I'll ever kill is a spider, provided it's smaller than a green pea, and not the quick-moving jumpy type that might spring onto my eyeball.
*flush*
i have been dubbed "mommy the bug killer" in my house...by default, not by choice. for example, we've had 2 ticks in the house this week. we also had a T I N Y spider in the girls' room, and hannah gets so hysterical when she's anywhere near a bug i just calmly said, "hey baby leave the room for a second" so i could kill it without her even seeing it. THEN there was a millipede thingy scurrying about my living room last night that i did NOT catch. my house is not normally so full of bugs, but there is a slight infestation every spring (i live near trees and a creek) that lasts about 10 days when the weather warms up and all the critters get..."curious." yuck.
I think this is a conversation you should have with your husband.
Okay. I have to chime in here. Beth, do you remember when, now I can't remember if it was Nat or Zach, had a stinky smell in the bedroom, and found a DEAD SQUIRREL or something in a BAGGIE in their DESK? Gosh, I might be getting it wrong, but I was over there doing something with your mom, or it might have been when Day and I stayed with the kids while your mom and dad were out of town once, but I was up there talking to one of those two, and we kept smelling this STINK. and after doing some searching, he pulled this baggie of liquefied animal from his desk or dresser drawer or something....also, there was the time Day was going to use the turkey feathers from a "kill" my sis's boss made, and he saved the turkey carcass for Day to use the feathers in a bustle he was going to make, for some regalia, and he forgot about it. The frickin turkey sat in a COOLER in our little shed for MONTHS. When we were out there cleaning one day, he opens it up and TADAAAAA yeah. nice. Would you believe that dam thing moved with us to LaPorte?????????? Don't worry, it's gone now, maggots and all......ick
Nat, I'mabout to take a shoe to that caterpillar mustache photo.
Latest installment:
So, Super B cleaned out the ENTIRE garage - feathers, floor and muck this past weekdn. Weeven detailed vehicles. And on the way into thehouse to wash up I see the infamous yellow bucket of nasty. Happily, I take a quick peek to see its clean interior, but no, it has been left in it's grotesque state. What is a woman to do? Oh...you will hear...you will hear...
ok so in my defense it is NTO a bucket full of entrails the "entrails" in question were disposed of that day. it was the left over residue that didn't get cleaned up because it was 30 below zero.
plus at 30 below... nothing rots. its awesome, and its hidden away.... i could go on. now that its spring i would rather just throw the damn bucket away....
but hey i did clean out the car. :)
Waste not want not. That's my special camping water bucket. Clean it.
All is clean-ish... ;)
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