Last week, I went on strike. After 10 years of nagging, screaming, raging, and sighing, I have decided that I will no longer throw out Dan's empty pop cans. He likes to leave them on the counter next to the sink, expecting me to put them in the recycling bin or the garbage. Everyone has a pet peeve, this is mine. Also, Dan has magical clothes. He can leave them in a heap on the bedroom floor and they get picked up, washed, dried, folded, and hung up. No longer.
Day One of my strike, I left the pop can next to the sink. He didn't notice. I washed only the clothes that were in the hamper and threw them in the crib that is assembled in our bedroom (which I have asked him to take down for over 3 months). He didn't say a thing. After days and days of this, I had to point it out! Dan confessed that he didn't even realise that I was no longer dealing with the pop cans and (wait for it, ladies!) he thought that leaving his clothes in the crib was a great idea!
Where do I go from here?