Remember me? Wife. Partner. Equal.
Not your mom. Not your babysitter. Not your maid.
This morning, exactly one hour before he's due to leave for work, he informs me he has no pants to wear. Well, dear, pants are kind of non-negotiable. You got dressed yesterday. You were in your closet. You couldn't have noticed and/or mentioned this yesterday morning, or even last night? As it stands this morning, all of your work pants are currently residing in the washing machine. They're soaked and soapy and there's not a damn thing I can do about it in time for you to go to work.
This is not my fault and it's not my problem. I'm not going to stress out about it. Figure something out. You're a big boy.
This is going to be my response at other similar moments too, such as when you inform me the day after I go to the grocery store that you need deodorant or shaving cream. I always tell you when I'm going - how about using a little foresight? You're not stupid, after all. You're a very intelligent man. Time to start expecting a little bit more of yourself. So I'm going to help you out by expecting more of you too.
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