Must I Repeat Myself

Do you repeat yourself....again...and again...and again.

With my daughter, after I ask her to do something three times (she never even acknowledges she has heard me), I begin to count.  Normally, she knows that she needs to get her butt in gear once the counting commences. Of course, I should point out that she is two and has the attention span of 2 seconds.  Another mom told me that it's called selective hearing and it gets worse with age.   

With my husband, it is the same story so I am beginning to wonder if she is right.

Honey, don't forget to ask your mother to Easter dinner.   Honey, did you say something...
(I wonder what my MIL was thinking yesterday when I spoke to her about if she would mind coming over to watch the girls for a few hours on Saturday while I made desserts. It never even dawned on me that my husband had NOT asked her when he saw her in person on Monday.)

Honey, tonight is your dentist appointment.  Honey, did you say something...
(If I paid myself $25 for every time my husband has canceled his dentist appointments, I would be able to go to the Hotel Hersey every six months and soak in a tub of chocolate and have a chocolate massage.  On second thought, can't make your appointment, let me make that call for you. That's what any practical mom would do, right?)


Honey, after the first thaw, remember we need to put stuff on the rock beds around the pool to keep the weeds from germinating. Honey, did you say something...
(As of this post, said chore is still uncompleted and lovely weeds have been sprouting. Our thaw occurred about a month ago.  Just what I don't want-another dandelion debacle.  Mama was NOT happy about that one.)

Honey, don't forget to make an appointment to have your car serviced.  Honey, did you say something...
(Those lights on your dashboard are not to look pretty.  They are reminders that your car needs some TLC.  I suggest reading that book with cool pics in your glove box. It was designed specifically for men like you.)

NOTE: My husband has his own pet peeves.  Lately I have been hearing frequently, "Do you know what would happen if I had done that?"  No, I don't. Please enlighten me. Maybe if I pretend to not have heard him...Honey, did you say something?