House Dads Unite!!!

Its not a bad thing being at home and cleaning up. I should be happy that I'm supporting my wife as she goes and works. Of course I have to be careful when she comes home cause she is pretty cranky. Am I right gentlemen? First thing she wants when she gets home is her dinner and if she doesn't get that then, OHHH look out. Sometimes....after dinner...she wants..."other things," but usually by that time I am so tired from cleaning all day that I have to say no. I mean, where is the romance.

But seriously, imagine guys, a women who just got home from work,who is completely irrational AND menstruating. Scary I know. Most guys wake up in cold sweats thinking about this. I live it. I only have one thing to say, PTSD, (its an acronym). Enough said.

This will probably be the best post I have ever done considering all four people who follow this blog are women.

BTW, (another acronym), I don't think I will ever own a boxer. The bishop asked me to feed his dogs while he was away. This is okay considering I am a human being who can handle simple instructions. Things like, GET DOG FOOD, GET DOG WATER, you get the point. As long as you speak to me like a three year old then I'm pretty much good to go. But I was ill prepared for Satan's boxer to be one of the dogs I was watching.

Feeding time went like this. I get food for dog. Dog too scared of me to eat food. spend an hour waiting for him to be hungry enough to eat food. Open door to back yard so dog can relieve himself. Dog too scared to come back inside. I try to catch dog but only get scrapes for my troubles and a lot of dog crap on the bottom of my shoe. I trick dog by hiding behind door and closing it when he walks past me. This only works once because Satan's boxer is smarter then other boxers. I hide in a closed room. Dog sniffs me out and runs back outside before I can close the door. Eventually through a divine miracle, (only thing known to combat Satan's boxer) I get to the door before him. Dog lays on his pillow and is all of a sudden not afraid of me anymore. Repeat.

Well I must be off I have chores to do, (lol).