So, fellow wives, maybe you know the feeling.
The feeling when you worked hard vacuuming and mopping the floors, which is apparently an invitation for your clueless husband to parade through the house in his muddy boots.
I mean, DUDE…
“Oh my WORD, when will he learn??????”
“Why am I the only one who cares at ALL about how the house looks? Why do I even try?!?!?”
And then we huff and puff as we angrily whisk up the muddy crumb trail, growing more and more bitter with each sweep of the broom.
Mud Trails and Husband Fails
And what happens next? [Read more…]