Pardon me, I need to vent.
Ok, so I understand the meaning behind a "honey-do" list. Men need to be told what to do. I get that. But screw the honey do list. If all I had to do was make a list, fine. I can do that. But why do they have to make it so hard? So not only do I need to remind him of what he said he was going to do, I need to check with him later to see if he did it. And then, when he inevitably hasn't done it, I have to remind him. And repeat. The whole fucking process. Again and again. What's the point? I'll just do it myself. I'm gonna have to do it myself later anyway, and at least I save myself the frustration of having to remember to ask him to do it and feeling like a nag.
But they trick you.
Imagine this "hypothetical" situation. You don't want to have to move to a new apartment, but your old building is the devil and raised your rent $300 a month if you renew, so you have to. You've been stressing about the move, because frankly, moving is something you've done way too often and you know the emotional trauma it involves. When you're talking things out with your sweet and loving boyfriend, going over all the things you need to do to get it done, he offers to take care of calling and hiring movers. He decides it might be better to get a couple of guys who have their own truck instead of renting a truck separately, and he offers to take care of it all. You instantly feel loved and protected. You feel like you really have a partner. You happily agree and thank him profusely, as any good girlfriend should.
Fast forward 5 weeks.
You're moving in 3 weeks. He hasn't mentioned anything about the movers, so you (foolishly? wisely?) ask about it. Has he done anything? ANYthing? Of course not. Awesome. No problem. I'll add that to my ever-growing list of things to do and cross my fingers that I can still find someone reasonably-priced who isn't already booked for the day I need to move. Ok, maybe it won't be a disaster and I'll be able to find someone easily. But still, it's the principle of it all. (Oops, did I slip in to first person here?)
Cue big fight.
Note: I truly love The Dude and he's a great guy who just happens to be as forgetful as any other man. I know I sound like a nagging, frightful bitch here. But I needed to vent. Kaythanksbye.