The Princess and the Pea

I love my Jason dearly, but sometimes, I just want to punch him in the face! Not literally, but being the meticulous person I am, I can't stand it when he does a half-ass job when he "helps out". For instance, he'll give Sydney a bath, but leave the tub full of water and towel on the floor. If he feeds her breakfast, the half empty bowl will be left on the table and the high chair not wiped down. The one that irks me the most is when he changes a diaper and leaves it on the shelf-only two feet away from the diaper genie. It's EVERY SINGLE TIME! Seriously?

Men will be men.

And women will seek revenge.

Last night I decided I'd had enough. Usually I just give him crap about it. You know, in one ear and out the other. This time I decided to play a little joke on him. So I took the two diapers he changed that day and put them in his pillowcase. I'm not sure exactly how "dirty" they were, but I almost couldn't contain my laughter just thinking about it. I watched his sleepy little head settle in to the pillow as he found his comfy place. His hands wrapped around the side. I waited. And then nothing! How could he not feel two diapers in his pillow case?! Disappointment was setting in when Jason decided to turn over. "What the hell is that?" he remarked. Discovery! His confused face was priceless. I actually snorted I was laughing so hard. I'm so immature sometimes. All he had to say about it was, "That's gross."

This morning he used the diaper genie.