They always do. I can wash a sink full of dishes and not get acknowledged for it but forget to wash one cup that doesn't fit in the dishwasher and I hear about it
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Not entirely certain what the plans are for today as she is still sleeping and I haven't received my marching orders yet. Everyone else dreads Mondays. I dread Saturdays. During the week, she goes to work and the kids go to school. I'm pretty much the master of my universe during the day. But on the weekends, she's not working and the kids are home. She's usually been concocting some sort of chore list for me to complete during the weekend.
Yesterday, my back was finally well enough to allow me to stand for more than a few minutes. I headed to the garage to do some work on the plow truck. First I changed a couple of frayed hydraulic hoses for the angle cylinders, then installed a snow flap on the plow blade. I had been wanting to clean up the garage for weeks so yesterday I got a start on it and went from almost having to turn sideways to get into the big door to being able to back the whole plow truck and blade into the garage to do some more work on it. My driver's side window glass had become detached from the lift mechanism so I pulled the interior door panel off and reattached it. The window is now working again. The next task for it is to install and wire the plow lights from the western plow light bar that I'm not using anymore.
Oh...side note...I was saddened to wake up this morning to read that there was another fatal collision nearby on the highway with a transport hitting head on with a plow truck. The plow operator died at the scene. Sad.