You may be wondering why I chose the name Chocolate Melted Hearts. Well, as I was sitting here drinking diluted Chi (I'm still trying to figure out the science to proper tea making), and eating clearanced left over chocolate hearts from Valentines Day, I left the bag too close to my space heater. Now, I have a bag full of melted chocolate hearts :( What a disappointment. That has been my day.
I am not typically a chronic complainer, you know the type of person I'm talking about. Everything is gloomy and glum. Normally I am a bit more cheery. My husband and I had a fight, although he will refer to it as I had a fight while he only conversed. That really bugs me when people argue with a kindergarten teacher voice. You know what I mean? Talking slow with a condescending and yet some what nauseating artificial sweetness that makes your blood boil. Ugh, nothing makes me more irate. The funny thing is that he won the fight.
The entire argument... I think it has surpassed argument and has been officially declared a War... The entire War has been directly or indirectly related to his lack of, to put it politely, effort (mental or physical). I have never met someone that has such lack of motivation. Would you like to hear his day? Wake up- 11:15am, shower 11:15 to 11:30, breakfast and coffee while watching ESPN (my arch enemy) 11:30- 1pm, surfing the web for no particular reason while watching ESPN 1pm-3:45pm, picks up our daughter 4pm, does dishes 4:30 to 5pm, makes a snack 5-5:30pm, wanders aimlessly complaining 5:30 to 6pm, watches tv (several shows, mainly revolving around sports and finally settles with ESPN) 6:15 to 11:45pm, falls asleep in front of the tv. If I wasn't afraid he would retaliate I would cancel cable.
So at around 7pm we argue about nothing getting done around the house (he feels that most cleaning duties run in the realm of "things women do, not men"). Remember that Kindergarten teacher voice I mentioned? He dared to use it! I hid my rage when I put my daughter to bed and then at 8:30pm I didn't know what to do with myself. So, I began to clean. And boy do I mean clean. The bathroom and kitchen were hand scrubbed from top to bottom, three loads of laundry were done, folded and put away. Not to mention I picked up everything that looked like clutter and put it in its rightful home, the trash. Ok, now I'm drained after my long day of classes (did I mention I'm a full time college student?) and beat from cleaning. All the adrenaline has run its course and I come to the realization that he won. I took up my apron and raised the white flag. At least for today.
