Been there?

I read another blog in which the writer told a story about a less than enthusiastic response she received after asking her husband to move furniture.

She described the scene, then stated "He can just go ahead and shut up because he was fully aware when he married me that his life would be nothing but the grueling task of pushing a giant rock up a hill only to have me tell him at the top that I need him to move it over to the right a couple inches. That way a little bit. No, that way. A little more. Almost there. Perfect. Now go get me another rock."

Sound familiar?