She Strikes Out

And the strike begins!

Rules of the strike were: something for hubby had a zero chance of being done. Something pertaining to us both had a 50/50 chance. I, of course, would continue to do all the things for myself.

After dinner I put my plate in the sink and went off to watch TV. At this point I also decided to not speak to Mr. B unless he asked me specific questions. The few times he tried to chat with me I answered with a lot of mm-hmms & grunts.

While I was reading in bed that night with the leftovers still on the counter and the dishes still in the sink, he came stomping into the bedrom to announce he was also on strike. I was hoping he meant on strike from being a slob. But no, he grabbed his favorite pillow and said he was sleeping in the guestroom.

When I woke up in the morning I made the bed I slept in. Even though hubby came back into our bedroom that night the guestroom bed remained un-made for three days. The leftover dinner had been put away (must have been those fairies that Mr. B insists we have), but the dishes were still in the sink.
It took a lot of willpower, however, I went out for the day leaving those dishes unwashed. I did wash them as soon as I got home that afternoon but left hubby's favorite glass on the counter... dirty.

When I made dinner that night I informed Mr. B that there was food ready if he was hungry. I fixed myself a plate and sat down to eat witout waiting for him. That night I didn't even put my dish in the sink. I left it right on the table. Sometime during the night the fairy came back to clean up my mess and wash the dishes!

This lasted about thre days since one, I really hate being messy and two, hubby did apologize for taking for granted for all the things the fairies do, plus he was picking up after me (ie. washing the dishes) so I know my point got across.