The Hanger

Today has been a rough day.  It started out with a fender-bender on the way to work and ended with a ten and a half hour day.

In the middle of the day, I decided I would visit the chiropractor to make sure the car accident didn't cause any damage to my neck.  Then, I stopped at home to let our golden retriever, Colby outside.  I walked up stairs and there it was-- a big, blue hanger.  It was hanging on the door of our office.

Why is this an issue, you ask?  Each and every time I find a hanger on the ironing board, in the chair in the office (our ironing board is in our office), or on one of our many doors upstairs, I bring it to Drew's attention.  Always in my sweetest voice I ask, "Dear husband, would you please make sure you put away the hangers from your shirts after you put the shirt on your body?"  Always in response, he sneers at me.  It's not like I'm asking him to drink motor oil!

Now, I understand that time is rushed in the morning, but really?  How long does it take to pick up the hanger, walk into the bedroom, open the closet door, hang the hanger in its proper place, and close the closet door?  If I can put away my blow dryer (which takes just as many steps as the hanger-- unplug blow dryer, replug in night light, open drawer, put blow dryer in drawer, close drawer), why is it so difficult for Drew to put away his hanger?  ...especially knowing just how much it bothers me and that I will probably bring it up to him which will cause him anger and frustration. 

I know that he will respond by saying that when he wakes up before me, he doesn't want to wake me up by opening the closet door.  So, I will answer that by saying that he could hang it in the office closet until a later time...that way I don't have to see that it is not put away.

Maybe I should start collecting the hangers that I find hanging out by themselves and see what he says when he is out of hangers...