Last night I asked Rich to take the trash to the street and he said he'd do it "later." I went to bed at 830 to read and watch TV, and he came in sometime after 10.
I got up this morning and discovered that he had made nachos last night prior to coming to bed. Not a problem. He was hungry. So what?
So I went outside to smoke, and discovered the trash bin sitting next to the driveway. He had not taken it out. He had time to make nachos, but no time to take out the garbage?
So after he got up I did my snotty, "Thanks for taking the trash down."
"Oh, I forgot." I told him I had figured as much. He then said that he had planned to take it out this morning prior to going to work. Riiight.
By this time I had dragged the heavy ass bin all the way to the street, huffing and puffing all the way. It really was insanely heavy. I also had the job of taking the recycling to the street, which isn't terribly bad as we usually only have plastic bottles and aluminum cans in there. Pretty light, but still.
This happens every single week. He always forgets, I always end up having to get dressed right away on Thursdays so I can get it to the street before the trash men show up.
So really, how hard is it? Anyone else have this problem? Because frankly, I don't feel like asking more than once.