Yet another post in my series: I do not understand males. At all. Why ask what you can do to help if you’re not going to, you know, actually DO it??

So SuperGuy’s mother is coming to town. Yes, I have to clean up the house so my mother in law doesn’t know the depths of messitude (yes, it is too a word) the house can fall into when I’m blogging and twittering busy.

So I asked The Geeky One–you know, the college graduate who moved home last weekend–to please pick up the remaining piles of stuff he has scattered around the house.

Like this bag of clothes that has been in the entryway all week. What kind of condition do you think these clothes will be in? I know, I know, it’s a male thing. I asked if they needed to be washed. “No, those are all clean.” Okay…

Nor do I need these beer glasses that have been out on the kitchen table all week. 1) I’m past the clunky beer glass stage of my life 2) I drink beer right out of the bottle.

So, moving onto the other male in the house… you know the one. The what-can-I-do-to-help one, SuperGuy.

You could wrap your mother’s birthday present. (we have a deal, he does his side of the family present buying, wrapping, sending and I do mine. When he remembers the deal…)

Take your pile of stuff out of the kitchen and put it somewhere. Anywhere. Anywhere out of sight. Oven, freezer, clothes closet. I don’t care. Hide it.

Get your stuff off the stairs.

Let me pause for an aside here: Our stairs seem to always be a staging zone. I can’t seem to break anyone of this. Myself included. But I worry when my mother in law is here, that she’ll trip on all the stuff that seems to accumulate here. So I always like it cleared off when she visits.

Clean off the bed in the guest room. His desk is in there. He uses the bed as another staging zone. There is no way I’m picking up this stuff and being accused of “where did you put my x, y, z.”

Okay, and this was ambitious of me 😉 …but I asked him to vacuum the carpet since he tracked in all this sawdust and splinters from his woodworking he was doing in the garage all weekend.

Let’s just say it’s Sunday night when I’m writing this post. I just took all of these pictures. Yes, I know. I’m fully aware that both the males intended to help and do the few things I asked. You know while I cleaned the whole house, did laundry, changed sheets, folded clothes, paid bills, scrubbed floors, cleaned bathrooms, sorted out recyling, overhauled the utility room, cleaned the litter box, scrubbed cabinets, etc, etc. :wallbash:

I love the males in my life. Dearly. But I just do not understand them. And new house rule. Do NOT ask “What can I do to help, honey?” Not unless you mean it.