It’s Friday! Time for another Husband Fail!
This is your opportunity to share silly stories of how your husband pretty much failed you this past week!
Or, if you want to be honest (Mr. Husband) then go ahead and admit what you did and how it was so lame of you to do whatever you did before your wife shows up and does it for you!
Please try not to take yourself (or this post) too seriously…
Me First:
Forgetting to take out the garbage is like a capital sin. I forgot a billion times this week. It’s even worse when I empty the garbage but leave it near the door to rot with baby poop stagnating.
Yummy in my nose right there.
/fail
Been there, done that on the garbage thing too. More times than I would care to admit.
This past week my FAIL was when Lisa went across the street to watch our neighbor's kids for an hour-and-a-half and left me at home with my two. It was my job to put them to bed. This also just happened to be the night that both my girls (6 &
were about as slap-happy as I've ever seen them. I tried EVERYTHING in my arsenal to get them to settle down. Nothing worked.
Just before she came back home Lisa called me and heard laughing and screaming on the other end of the phone and said, "What is that?" I just said, "Don't ask, you don't want to know."
Fun times.
omg… i've gotten caught too…!
Here is my theory. give them TONS of sugar and let them crash naturally an hour later.
Had a bad day at work so I took it out on the wife by nit-picking little things that annoyed me. She said I was mean. I fail.
i get that. alot. doh…
I'm with you here. I'm always bad about taking work home. Need to not do that!
Wednesday night our cable box got turned off. So that left just black screens on the Tivo for the Wednesday night shows. We didn't really have much else on the Tivo. The options were Intervention, a show my wife loves but I don't, Fringe (which I was just not in the mood for) and a ton of kids shows. So I chose Intervention because I know she likes it. She several times said we didn't need to watch intervention because she knows I don't like it much. But we were both working/playing on computers and it was just in the background and I was happy to watch it since she really likes it and we have 5 shows built up. If I had stopped there it would have been fine.
But when I complained about the cable box on twitter/facebook, someone asked what was going on. I gave the basic story and then said "But it meant I had to watch an episode of intervention. My wife loves the show and I barely tolerate it. But it was all that was left on our tivo. I was looking forward to Top Chef." I actually had a brief thought about whether I should say that or not. But it was in reply to a High school friend that my wife doesn't know so I figured it was ok. Then about 15 minutes later my wife reads it and rightly complains that if I am going to complain publicly (which is what the internet is) then I shouldn't have put on Intervention. She also pointed out that she had twice said we didn't have to watch it.
So yeah, moral of the story, the internet is public, and your wife will probably read whatever you write. So just keep it to yourself, or better yet just don't think it.
omg. i'm on the LOL train here…
super….!
The last time I mowed the lawn – I had waited 3 weeks.
3 weeks in the California summer.
I had to weed-whack it first to even get it to a level where I could mow it (with an old-school push mower – i.e. not motorized – just the real blades, baby…).
We left for vacation. Wife reminded me "You know – if you just did it every week, you wouldn't have to weed-whack it."
Good point.
It's now been….oh….3 weeks.
Fail.
I am guilty of putting my breakfast bowl of rice bubbles in the dishwasher without first rinsing it this week. The dishwasher bakes on thoses little rice bubbles like concrete, my wife hates it…..it is a capital offense in the Robinson household…..Fail.
ouch. i've done that… but with rice…
Similar to your own failings @human3rror, my wife and I have a cat who's poo I have to change because she's pregnant, but its not daily as it should be. On a good day, I'll change it regularly, only to leave the poop in a bag right outside the door. Smell's awesome.
poo.
Oops, I almost forgot—which is exactly what I did for folding the clothes. I Forgot!