Dude I ain't making this shit up. I would not wish the Mexican prison to anyone who likes to have any room in their house at allWhy are you chasing kids around when 36 sq ft child jails exist?
To be fair, I'm the worst of the 5 by a large margin.Yeah. And look how you turned out. Damn.
The mess is about 18 feet to the leftTo be fair, I'm the worst of the 5 by a large margin.
Noodle, at least the inside of the baby cage looks clean!
You gotta' triage when you have kids. If you're able to yell up to her, you're ok.One of my earliest memories is getting juiced in an outlet and yelling to my mom upstairs that i got shocked and she yelled back "how bad?". Bitch.
I remember when I was a retarded kid and I was bored at the mall while my mom was shopping for who the fuck knows. Anyways for whatever reason there are constantly pins on the ground at the mall carpet. So being the retarded kid I was I wanted to know how sockets worked. So I dicked around by putting a pin inside the socket until I got shocked pretty bad.One of my earliest memories is getting juiced in an outlet and yelling to my mom upstairs that i got shocked and she yelled back "how bad?". Bitch.
Fuck, Noodlebro, this is bad. Not "get a divorce right now" bad, but bad. Especially the bolded part. If she is going to stay home, then house+kid care is literally her job. If I told my boss to fuck off on a primary responsibility of mine at work, I would be fired real fast.Yeah we did talk, but it's always an excuse.
Someone before asked how cleaning was before and it's always been the same for her. Her mother is borderline hoarder and doesn't clean very good. If you walk into her office there are piles of bills (paid) and paper EVERYWHERE. It's unusable. The picture now becomes clearer?
The real issue is before the kid (and before buying a house) we were in a small space with not a lot of stuff so it was generally a quick thing. Now we have a house and a kid and a dog and shit is out of control.
Her excuse before was "Well if I could stay home full time I'd take care of all this stuff." She now has that and her obligations are not being met.
Also right now it's an overwhelming mess, like the entire house. She just piles shit in places that makes no sense. Like mail, she just leaves it opened on the table - multiply that times a week and it's crazy. But if you try to throw any away she gets pissy because she hasn't "filed it." The filing system is retarded here. Unfortunately right now I don't have much time to just clean up a bunch of rooms top to bottom.
She also likes to use the excuse "well we have a kid now, and kids make houses messy"
Always an excuse. Guess I could just divorce her and live under a bridge somewhere.
Okay mythbusters.I peed on an open wire and got electrical shock thru my dick. It was at a pool. I had the bright idea of peeing outside by a lamp post that exposed electrical connections...
I got shock through my dick... Sad...
Diabetes is ok. They're going to need to increase my meds, but it's difficult around the holidays anyways. It doesn't effect my dick?Dick her, make her understand who's boss and she'll comply. Speaking of piles of shit, how's your diabetes management going? Difficult to give the wife the D?