You know the idea - that husband types will intentionally mess up domestic chores in order to never be tasked with them again. Don't get me wrong; the Anonymous Husband, bright, shiny sweetheart that he is, is generally wonderful about pitching in around the house. And yet . . . well, let's look at the following two exchanges and see if he might be up to something . . .
AH: (yelling to me from kitchen) "The dog just threw up!"
Me: "Oh, no!" (running back into the kitchen) Does he look ok? What does it look like?"* (*Sorry, not pet owners, but that's how these conversations go. You should hear the poop discussions.)
AH: (blank stare): "Uh, I don't know. I'm busy!" (blindly grabbing for pretextual kitchen implement) "Can you take care of it? I don't know how to . . ." (spatula flourish for emphasis)
Me: "Would you take the dog outside, please? I just have to finish this email."*
*(Oh, look, a poop conversation!)
AH: (blank stare) "Uh, sure. Does he need to go outside?"
Me: (incredulous eyebrow raise) "Uh, yes, like he does before bed every night. You did take him out when you beat me home after work, didn't you?"
AH: (blank stare) "Was I supposed to do that? You only mentioned feeding him dinner."
Me: (Head in hands)
Is it possible that my own personal, multiple degree wielding, fancy lawyer type husband is pulling the Incompetence Defense on me? If so, I hereby mark these as Exhibits A & B in the case of "Pretty vs. The Things Men Do to Get Out of Doing Household Chores". For any Smug Mommies in the jury box - does this only get worse with actual Anonymous Kids?