MEN!

Men stick in my craw today. Why is it they say they can't find anything, then when you look, it's behind the first thing in the cupboard, fridge or closet? It's like they don't want to move anything! My husband closes the bathroom door to brush his teeth, but leaves it wide open when he pees. I have to yell at him to close the door - I do not want to see that when I unknowingly walk by! And when they are sick, it's like it's the end of the world and we have to cater to every whim and need of theirs. But when we get sick, we are all on our own with no sympathy and wondering where dinner is? Where is the clean laundry? Picking up things - why do they just leave things around the house and you have to nag at them to pick up, then they get mad at you for nagging them. Another thing that sticks in my craw is when I leave one thing in the sink, planning on putting it in the dishwasher later. When I go back, there is a pile of dishes. Not mine. Instead of putting mine and his in the dishwasher, he leaves them all for me. He loves milk - a little too much if you ask me. He will put his glass in the sink or on the counter, but only when I ask him will he put some water in the bottom of the glass to get that hard milk circle out that the dishwasher never seems to clean. And rinsing dishes off before putting in the dishwasher - good lord, man, it takes a few seconds. Laundry - I have to ask him to bring the basket downstairs. Does he ever do laundry? Once in a while, but that is left to me, as is the dishwasher, washing any pots/pans that don't go into the dishwasher, cleaning the litter box and getting trash and recycling together for pickup. Yesterday, I got ALL the recycling together into the garage. What does he do? He rolls out two garbage cans, then leisurely leans against his truck and watches me lug 10 boxes of recycling up to the curb. If I say anything, I am nagging him. I GIVE UP. MEN SUCK!