You must always keep your promises and remember when it is garbage night. Or else.

Here's a funny piece by CMR on the travails of being a husband :)

It is [ostensibly] my job to take out the garbage. Regular garbage on Mondays and Thursdays and recyclables on Wednesday. The recyclables alternate, bottles and cans one week and newspaper and cardboard the next. Simple really. I make no argument that this is a simple task, I will stipulate that this is an easy job. I have nothing against taking out the garbage. Nope, don't mind it at all. The thing is, I simply forget sometimes. Ok, I forget a lot. My wife never forgets.
This is where we run in to problems. The simple solution to this simple problem is that the party of the first part (my wife who never forgets) should simply remind the party of the second part (well meaning but charmingly forgetful me) to take out the garbage. Doesn't this make sense to everyone?

But things are not that simple. No, my remembering the garbage sans reminder is a referendum on me as a husband, a father, and even a Christian. The argument goes, "If you really loved me [us] taking out the garbage would be important to you and you wouldn't need reminding! You remember other things you care about. Like writing on your BLOG!" Logically therefore, since I occasionally forget to take out said garbage and I usually remember to write on the blog, the blog is more important than my family and I am the world's most uncaring and cold garbage collector.

How is it that taking out the garbage is the yard stick by which is measured my capacity for love? For my part, I resist and categorically dismiss the absurd notion that this one endearing little flaw has any bearing on my capacity for love or my reigning status as "World's #1 Dad!" (I have a mug to prove the title.)

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