I Feel So Unnecessary

"You peed on the floor again", I said to a male relative. "No I didn't.", he exclaimed back. "Yes you did." "No I didn't." "Yes you did." (Yes we have very mature conversations.) "Oh.my. gosh.", the husband exclaimed, "What difference does it make?" " I just cleaned the floor." "It's not a big deal." "BE. QUIET.", I said. "Would you all like to clean the house and wipe up the bathroom 4 or 5 times a day? Cause I'd be HAPPY to quit doing it." Silence. I don't mind cleaning the house. Lord knows men can't do it right and usually I don't mind wiping up the tinkle. I understand that sometimes when men pull the trigger their aim isn't always true, but when the urge to whiz hits me quickly it's like an obstacle course trying to avoid the sea of pee.

Why do men think they need to give women pointers when cleaning?  Any man relative:"Well, if it was me, I'd do it this way." Or- "You need to do it that way." Well, whoopy doo, why don't you do it then? My grandfather used to come in the kitchen when I was trying to do something and give me advice. My grandmother had to tell him: "Get in her, sit down and leave her alone. She knows what she's doing. I reckon." Women came out of the womb knowing how to clean. The men just need to stay out of our way and everything will be fine.