…just go back to hunting animals and making fires for a living. I am seriously believing all those jokes about God perfecting creation of human by using Man as a prototype and then finally creating Woman as his ultimate creation.
When I read in yesterdays paper about British Scientists creating sperms from embryonic stem cells, the one thought that came to mind is : These men are in a LOT of trouble if they do not step up and make themselves useful!!!
Ever so rarely, my husband decides to take up a chore. And every time he attempts it, I am like: Oh, Oh trouble’s looming large. I wonder what is going to come out of this. Now, before you all go: Poor guy, give him a break. At least he makes the effort…blah, blah!; hear me out.
Neel’s recent attempt at doing the chores was the laundry. He just recently figured out how to use our fully-automatic washing machine ( that I have had for the last 10 years and we have been married for 6). When he saw how easy, peasy it was to function it, he decided that finally somebody is going to do something about the laundry. After the first two attempts, the machine broke down. Twice. ( I have been telling Neel for a long time that he has an aura around him that affects the functioning of electronic devices!)
After I got it up and running, hounding the repair guy on the phone and all that, fretting all the while about the mountain of laundry piling up, it started working again. Apparently Neel is not given up on laundry. At this point, I am already dragging my palms across the face in frustration.
I did tell him when he started out that he should watch out and separate the colored and whites. But imagine my face when I looked at the laundry line and saw all pink colored clothes. And then a day later, I am looking through Neha’s clothes and I spied green underwear. Hey, Neha does not have any green undies. Then I looked up and lo behold! all green colored clothes. Including MY whites clothes!!! No way, buddy, this laundry mania has to stop now! Now I have warned Neel with dire consequences if I see him loitering within 6 feet radius of the washing machine.
Some days back, he heated my plastic cake tray in the grill, in an attempt to warm his bread for breakfast (why the cake tray? Why in the grill???). The computer is constantly conking off and acting weird after he uses it. I am checking it for viruses everyday. Don’t even get me started on the car. He once went and bought some crappy cleaning product sold to him by some guy at the petrol bunk. I told him to just throw it out. He gave me that what-would-you-women-know -about-these-things look and went ahead to buff his car. The result: the grey interiors were now a patchy white. He expected me to restore it. I asked him to buzz off. Now, do I need the extra work in my already tight schedule??
The attempt at fixing Neha’s cycle was a disaster too. I had kept the cycle aside to fix it when I found the time. Neel’s eyes spied it one day and he asked me what was wrong with it. I told him that the screw of the brake handle had come off and I had to look through my tool kit to see if there was that particular size. Neel wanting to show who the man around the house was, strode off to find the necessary tools. About an hour later, I find a mummified cycle. Neel had removed the entire brake system and Neha freaked out on the cycle with insulation tape!!
These days when N looks at things purposefully, I shout “No way, mister! Back off Now. Leave whatever it is, alone!” He gives me that what-did-I-do, after-all-I-am-only-trying-to-help-you look.
What are the men in your life like?? Do you want to banish them to the caves??
When I read in yesterdays paper about British Scientists creating sperms from embryonic stem cells, the one thought that came to mind is : These men are in a LOT of trouble if they do not step up and make themselves useful!!!
Ever so rarely, my husband decides to take up a chore. And every time he attempts it, I am like: Oh, Oh trouble’s looming large. I wonder what is going to come out of this. Now, before you all go: Poor guy, give him a break. At least he makes the effort…blah, blah!; hear me out.
Neel’s recent attempt at doing the chores was the laundry. He just recently figured out how to use our fully-automatic washing machine ( that I have had for the last 10 years and we have been married for 6). When he saw how easy, peasy it was to function it, he decided that finally somebody is going to do something about the laundry. After the first two attempts, the machine broke down. Twice. ( I have been telling Neel for a long time that he has an aura around him that affects the functioning of electronic devices!)
After I got it up and running, hounding the repair guy on the phone and all that, fretting all the while about the mountain of laundry piling up, it started working again. Apparently Neel is not given up on laundry. At this point, I am already dragging my palms across the face in frustration.
I did tell him when he started out that he should watch out and separate the colored and whites. But imagine my face when I looked at the laundry line and saw all pink colored clothes. And then a day later, I am looking through Neha’s clothes and I spied green underwear. Hey, Neha does not have any green undies. Then I looked up and lo behold! all green colored clothes. Including MY whites clothes!!! No way, buddy, this laundry mania has to stop now! Now I have warned Neel with dire consequences if I see him loitering within 6 feet radius of the washing machine.
Some days back, he heated my plastic cake tray in the grill, in an attempt to warm his bread for breakfast (why the cake tray? Why in the grill???). The computer is constantly conking off and acting weird after he uses it. I am checking it for viruses everyday. Don’t even get me started on the car. He once went and bought some crappy cleaning product sold to him by some guy at the petrol bunk. I told him to just throw it out. He gave me that what-would-you-women-know -about-these-things look and went ahead to buff his car. The result: the grey interiors were now a patchy white. He expected me to restore it. I asked him to buzz off. Now, do I need the extra work in my already tight schedule??
The attempt at fixing Neha’s cycle was a disaster too. I had kept the cycle aside to fix it when I found the time. Neel’s eyes spied it one day and he asked me what was wrong with it. I told him that the screw of the brake handle had come off and I had to look through my tool kit to see if there was that particular size. Neel wanting to show who the man around the house was, strode off to find the necessary tools. About an hour later, I find a mummified cycle. Neel had removed the entire brake system and Neha freaked out on the cycle with insulation tape!!
These days when N looks at things purposefully, I shout “No way, mister! Back off Now. Leave whatever it is, alone!” He gives me that what-did-I-do, after-all-I-am-only-trying-to-help-you look.
What are the men in your life like?? Do you want to banish them to the caves??
8 comments:
Er em...Neel sounds just like me..im the disaster master in our place, as Ro puts it:)
So i guess Ro should comment on this and not me..
And wow..you sure have a lot stuff up your sleeve..tool kit? really? I still have to browse the net to know what a spanner looks like:)..thats how dumb i am..im impressed butterfly and im damn ashamed of myself...
LOL, and that is all I am gonna say
OMG ! That's lot of disasters in one post !
And no, thank you, there's no appreciation for trying to help.
Yday, S said he'll make egg curry for the girls and so I boiled the eggs, peeled them too. Then in a flash of sec, I heard the mixie running and ran to the kitchen - only to see the tomato + onion paste was splashed all over the kitchen, his shirt and what not. It took twice the efforts of making the egg curry, to clean up the kitchen.
My elder one exclaimed, Daddy, What did u do to mom's kitchen ? She is going to be wild !!!
Absolutely, I am wild, if help turns out to be a chore for me. I am fine the way I am.
err...me too like Open Book! I am the one who does these things at home...I know I should put white and colored separately..but then I think just this one will not make a difference...and...you can imagine the rest. Now the trouble is that my hubby is good at all the stuff...but won't do it..I will do and make blunders...so I have to do the work and then listen to him go on and on about how I should have done it... I am worse off than you, aren't I??
Binsy, My friend! you don't know these tricky men. Have you seen that episode of 'Everybody loves Raymond' where Raymond purposely ruins things so that Debra doesn't assign him any work.
I tell you that even if they do shabby work, let them. :)))))))))
Open Book : Yup, I have a tool kit. And I can use them too. The next time I have a chance to travel, I am gonna get one of them mean drill machine kits. :D
Agnes: Laugh hard, my friend. I do too. Many months after it has happened!
Ums: I hate all the crazy work these men make us do after their so-called attepmt at helping out. My husband can fill up a whole sink after he has made an omlette!
Wannabe writer: Oh u bet, those kinds are worse than the ones who do help out.
Solilo: I have thought on those lines, actually. But then these things that I wrote about are the ones that he actually volunteers to do himself. I think he wants to mess with my head.
Well some men are pretty helpless and seem to lose their way around the house, but then again some men are pros really.
I guess you give him some time and maybe he'll catch up eventually.
But I have accepted this as a cardinal rule that women have to clean after the men. Not because we are forced to, but because they will do it all wrong! These things we need to keep in our control. Right?
Miss M : Thanks for visiting. Actually, I do not want him to help me. I am just fine without his help. He decides to do some things himself which eventually ends in disaster! :D
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