Lazy boye was in the kitchen this evening, pestering me about using my computer, and just being a pain. being snowed in for 4 days will do that to a skid... I put him to work, emptying the dishwasher, and we were talking about him finishing up his laundry. Nothing major. He starts to rip into a bag of marshmallows, and I fuss on him not to eat them since they are for rice crispie treats tomorrow.

Loghead turns to me, and says "I must see you in the bedroom now!"

I'm like, "WTF?!"

He tells me I need to lighten up on Lazy Boye. "All you've said to him for the last 5 minutes has been negative, naggy shit. Do this, don't do that, remember to..."

Whatever. So you weren't in the house this afternoon when I baked apple crisp for the kids this afternoon and served it up with ice cream. You weren't here when I let him play on the computer for 2 hours. You weren't here to see that I actually gathered the laundry and started it for him.

I was being nice dammit! Why don't you see that part, and thank me for it. Why do you always point out the "darker" side of being a SM; the only woman in the house? I am not a maid, and it wouldn't kill the skids to chip in. Gibby does.

I'm hoping I can get out tomorrow afternoon. We have been stuck here for too long...