Jeff and I have a longstanding disagreement. I maintain that I don’t actually enjoy being a nag and he insists that I love it. Why else would I constantly do it, he asks. Because I have to, I argue. Obviously.
How else would the trash get taken out or the light bulb get changed or the car get filled with gas? They wouldn’t. But would I rather they get done the first time I asked? Of course I would. Obviously.
But, the role of nag is exhausting even for the nagger, and just once, it would be nice to know my husband’s ETA so I could properly plan dinner without asking him ten times when he plans on leaving work.
Seems I’m not the only one who thinks so…
I knew there would be a silver lining to enabling texting on Lily’s iPod!
Of course, I haven’t completely lost my reputation…
But at least I’m not alone in the role anymore.
Watch out, Jeff. She learned from the best.
P.S. Take out the damn recycling.