Crunchy, just the way you like it!

You know, I live in a house with 3 males. One of them is my life mate. The other two are my sons. One is 12 and one is 15.

And it’s not easy being the only female in the joint. I mean, they take for granted so much. And I’m not sure if it’s their father’s doing but it has begun to dawn on me that I’m being taken advantage of.

For example, why am I the only one with dishpan hands?

Why am I the only one who truly knows how the washer and dryer work?

Why am I the one who vacuums? Not to mention dusting…do they not know how a dustrag works?

Is putting away the groceries, that I’ve spent an hour and a half in the grocery store purchasing, such a hard thing? Can they not see that the fruit goes in the fruit drawer, the canned goods go in the pantry, check this…with the other cans? That baking stuff gets put up on the top shelf with, go figure, the other baking stuff? That there’s a drawer for veggies and a drawer for onions and carrots? And that the milk really should be rotated so we don’t have 4 open jugs all at the same time?

And this brings me to my dilemma. The other day, I was driving home from the place that keeps the food in the fridge (non rotated and not where it should be) and the roof over our heads, in the Cav, and my “low coolant” indicator light came on. So I came home and told SG that the light came on and that I needed him to look at the car. Maybe put some coolant in it so that the meltable insides of the engine wouldn’t melt. I don’t know, are there “meltables” in the engine? I would think so, o-rings and gaskets and shit, or so that if it should drop below -15, the engine wouldn’t freeze. I have had this happen to me before, and trust me, it’s expensive! I received, in return, a pondering look, somewhat quizzical, and the comment, “Hhmmm, wonder why.”

And then today, at the wonderful hour of 7:23 am, I’m up and somewhat dressed, dropping #1Son off at the Albert and Walter store, because after all, he is responsible and mature enough to have the key, the security code and be in charge of opening the place, but can’t be counted on to make sure his underwear actually makes it into the laundry hamper. As we pull up in front the place, we hear a funny sounding noise coming from the car. He quickly turns off the heat and the radio and gives a listen. The he gets out of the car and heads off to open the restaurant. He calls my cell and informs that there is a “football” size oil leak where I was parked.

Great. Just frickin’ lovely!!!

I ask if he thinks I can make it home and he tells me to take it slow and that if I feel sluggish and no power that I should pull over and call Dad. Fat lotta good that’s gonna do me! I left the internet on because I was downloading, well, downloading something…

I made it home, without any sluggy-ness and parked on the snow covered part of the driveway. I figured that black (or brown, or whatever color the oil is) would show up better there. Needless to say, there was nothing. I’m assuming it was just the dirt from the road that was dripping, but I don’t know.

My point is, why is it that I take care of these males, right down to washing their crusty socks and dirty underwear, yet no one thinks to take care of my car? Seriously??? All these males! #1Son is in Power Mechanics and is a natural. SG, well, he should just frickin well do it. #2Son wants to be involved. Why does it take a crisis in order for maintenance, and I mean maintenance that is normal maintenance, to take place.

Seriously, I am being taken advantage of. And with that, enjoy your crusty socks!!! All of you.