Old Is New
Some call it "vintage."
Some call it "throwback."
But sometimes the throwback makes me want to throw up.
Take today for example and my collision with "vintage" mentality.
Last night it snowed 4.3 inches. This morning, I got up at 5:45 a.m--like I always do on weekdays. I checked the messages to find Chunky's school was on a 1.5 hour delay and Dr. Mad Scientist's school was on a 2 hour delay.
I decided to scarf down my breakfast and go outside to shovel off our cars despite the fact we had plenty of time to do it.
I wanted to get out there and do it before Mr. Mooch awoke.
I met Upstairs Neighbor as he was leaving for work.
And all I heard from him was:
"Where the hell is Dr. Mad Scientist?"
"Why are you shoveling?"
"Why isn't he out here shoveling?"
"I haven't seen him shovel all winter!"
When I had finished brushing off my car and I moved on to brush of Dr. Mad Scientist's car, I got this doozy:
"You're not going to do HIS car now are you?!"
What the hell fucking decade/century am I living in???
I felt like asking him:
"Where's your wife? Why isn't she shoveling for you?"
A) It's not 19fuckin50 just because I don't have a penis doesn't mean I can't shovel some wussy-ass lower 48 snow off my damn car and my husband's car; and
B) The division of work in my marriage is our own damn fucking business.
While I do 90% of the chores, that's OK. I'm a self-admitted control freak and I want the floor mopped every other Saturday and everything swept and vacuumed every week and the laundry sorted a certain way.
I've seen Dr. Mad Scientist's idea of "clean" and it's not mine.
If I'm awake anyway, I'm going to brush and shovel our cars out.
Besides, Dr. Mad Scientist does the shit I hate doing--taking out the catboxes and cleaning the bathroom.
Oh and picking up the boys when I'm running late coming home from
Plus, as an aside, Dr. Mad Scientist's boots are falling apart.
The sole is peeling from the body on one of them. Big time. And those boots are his only pair of shoes.
But new boots are on the agenda for the weekend.
Because that's what all women like to do, right? Shop!