Oh, and just so you know since we live in an apartment complex we have to walk two buildings over to take out the trash. If all I had to do was walk outside I would take the trash out myself and not bother him. But carrying it all that way isn't fun for me, and since I do 90% of the cleaning in the apartment taking out the trash became his chore to help out so I don't feel taken advantage of. :)

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Doen't matter how far....if he said he would, he should. ;)

A urinal in every house!

Keeping the lid down keeps shit molecules in the shitter. If you flush with the lid up, the shit molecules get on your toothbrush and stuff - eewwwwww! So, if you want to leave the lid up, don't flush. :worried:

That's OK, I clean the toilet with my toothbrush anyway...EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.

My brother stopped by the other night and commented that you could tell a guy didn't live there because there was a pretty-fuzzy-toilet lid cozy...which men hate because I guess it causes the seat to fall down. :)

Women should hate it more, cause it gets peeed on more.:D

Fuzzy toilet lids are of the devil.

I can almost understand you (wonderful) dudes missing the toilet and hitting the floor, but now you're saying you hit the lid that's up too? Do you have any control of those things whatsoever? Is it like trying to hold onto a fire hose? Can you get some friends to help your aim? :rolleyes:

Fuzzy lids do not stay up... they perform no function, other than negative ones, like looking stupid and slamming down..

The trick is to ask him right as he's leaving the house ("Will you take out the trash on your way out?"). If the trashbag is full the night before, I tie it up and leave it by the door--so if I forget to ask, it's usually noticed and gets taken out anyway.

Yup, don't give him a chance to get distracted.

When me and Judah lived together, housework was a constant bone of contention. I eventually got sick of asking, nagging, pleading, sulking,making a joke of, asking nicely; none of which resulted in anything but the most desultary attempt on his part. He wold wash pots and they'd need washing again.....he would tidy up by shoving everything that was not on a shelf into the one creaking drawer.

I tried to play the "right, let's see how long it takes for him to get sick of the mess and never having any clean plates" trick.....I quietly went on strike. After a week and a half I couldn't take it any more and cleaned up. he didn't notice.

But.....when my eczema went crazy and my hands were cracked and sore,and any dust set my eyes streaming: he washed up, he hoovered and did the dusting etc. He still didn't spot when things needed doing, but if i started to do a task, he'd leap up and take over....or if I asked him he'd do it without arguing, just as soon as his programme had finished.

:P

What's really funny, is that now we are no longer living together, he has turned into a clean freak and I live in a mess :P

I suppose what really irks me is that for any task that is regular but not daily (i.e. do some laundry, fill the coal hod or kindlers bucket) I have to ask. (Best Beloved does notice when he can fit nothing more in the bin and takes out the trash at that point.). If you can have "do the dishes" on a daily check list, why not "Check status of hod, bucket and laundry basket" too?
Is there really a biological difference which means that women notice that these things need doing and men don't?
And, in case you're wondering, I ask BB to do these things as politely as though we hadn't already agreed they are part of his responsibilities, and as though I hadn't already asked him to do it without me asking (i.e. no mind reading expected).

!! don't kneel while peeing, eh?

Or is it just that big? :eek: