Half assed…
He’s half assed… that’s what I call it and that’s exactly what my husband is. Half assed. It’s so frustrating. He starts things and only does it half way. It’s not that I’m not grateful for what he does do, I am, but if he would just take 2 more minutes the job would be done all the way and I wouldn’t have to come along behind him and finish it the rest of the way.
For instance, he loads the dishwasher but doesn’t turn it on. It’s 10pm, there’s no more dishes around, there’s no more dirty dishes to be generated, yet he can’t be bothered to pour soap in, close the lid to the dishwasher and push a button to turn it on… 3 little steps. That was it. That was all he had left to do. 3 simple tasks….*sigh* I just don’t get his thought process.
Or he’ll clear the table, but he doesn’t wipe the table down. Seriously it would take all of 1 minute.
He’s constantly buying new tools. I swear we have like 20 hammers in the house because anytime he decides to do something he can’t find his tools, so he goes and buys a new one… why? because he doesn’t put them back in the same spot where he took them out of!!! He’ll work on whatever little task he only 1/2 ass finishes then leaves the tool there. When he goes to work on the project again he can’t find the tool.
This is usually 99% of the time how things go around here.
me: Hey babe, can you ________________?(whatever project needs to be done around the house)
Ryan: Well, I don’t know, (inject about 5 excuses he’ll come up with) If none of them work and I keep insisting he sighs, gets up and goes to look for _______(whatever tool he figures he needs for the job).
He looks for half an hour to an hour.
Ry: Do you know where ________ tool is?
me: I rattle about 5 places I’ve last seen him use the tool. Of course they are in none of those places because usually the kids have gotten a hold of them and they have ferreted them off in some obscure corner in the house.
So since he needs this tool to accomplish the job he goes to the store and buys a new one, while he’s at the store he’s got to buy the latest and the greatest tool cuz FREAK I don’t know it makes him feel like more of a man??? I have no idea.. so he comes home with his special “new” tool that takes about 2 hours to drive to the store, pick out a tool, browse around, waste time and drive back.
He goes over to where he last left his “project” bangs around then realizes he needs a piece to put something together. So off he goes to the store… again… 2 hours later he returns.
Goes back to his project bangs a bit more and decides he needs a snack before continuing. He goes to the kitchen and makes a snack. After eating his snack all the blood that was circulating in his brain cells now rush down to his stomach and make him even more stupider… I mean sleepy.
So now he needs a nap, cuz it’s Saturday and Saturday is a time for naps. Since I’ve usually left the house with the kids, cuz the most common complaint/excuse is: “Well, I can’t do blah, blah job cuz the kids are always in my way” , he now proceeds to lie down on the couch for a nap….
and is usually there by the time I get back home…
me: Well, is it done?
Ry: Whaaa? *sits straight up, a little disorientated and trying frantically to think up of an excuse as to why it’s not done.*
me: I just looked, it’s still not done. What happened?
Ry: “Oh, I didn’t have the right tool….”
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I asked him to clean the garage so I can park my van in… this has been an ongoing battle for about 2 months now. I’d do it myself, but once again there are heavy semi tires and heavy desks in the way. Junk just needs to be taken to the dump or given away. All he had to do was move the junk that he scattered all over the garage to the left and I could pull my van in. Instead his little brain tells him to move everything to the middle/right side of the garage which is right where I park. Is he kidding me? I wonder if he’s testing me to see how many idiotic things he can do before I lose it. Believe me I’m exasperated all ready. I swear he’s like a child. I’m at my wits end and I’m gonna snap. ARGH!!!
I’m going to hire one of those hire-a-husband guys. I’ve had it. I hired one last summer and I had a whole page full of tasks to be done and he finished it in one day… ONE DAY… I had been bugging, pleading, begging my husband to do it for the past 2 years and the HAH guy gets it done in one flippn’ day. FREAK! Why the hell didn’t I do it sooner? I don’t know. It would have saved me a lot of frustration and wasted anger. I’m just annoyed that I have to spend the money. Money that could be used on a lot of other things besides having to hire a guy to do things that Ryan knows how to do, but doesn’t want to or can’t get it together enough to do it.
Why do I put up with him? I don’t know… I ask myself that all the time…I swear, if he wasn’t so damn hot, I’d toss him to the curb. *sigh* He’s good looking but clueless and so disorganized…ok… I’m sure he’s got other good traits I’m just too annoyed to remember them right now… I probably need a tool to help me remember. I wonder if Home Depot is open?