Dave and I rarely ever argue. If we do, shockingly it tends to be me throwing out as much sarcasm as possible and ending with him laughing because he cannot believe how crazy I can be. As such I end with the laughter as well. One of the items at the top of the argument chain is laundry. I despise the way he does it. I know he means well, but that was cute for the first 3 sweaters he ruined, after that and countless number of colors he faded it has become an annoyance. I have voiced my opinion about this but that seems to get tossed to the "selective hearing" side of his ear. It has gotten to the point where I really do try to race him to do a load first. However; by the time I finish with work, dinner, and the kids that time tends to be in the evening when he is already home and sneaks upstairs to toss whatever in.
Amongst the ruining of perfectly good clothes, he also has a horrible tendency of washing a load and then taking them from the dryer and tossing them on the guest bed to be folded at a later time. This above all else drives me NUTS! Rewind to 3:30 this morning. Of course sleep is not an option in this house, and I hear Dave go check on B and then M. Then I hear the laundry room door open, the dryer open, and then the walk to the guest room. I know what he is doing, and after spending an hour folding clothes the day before I am to the explosion point when he walks back into the bedroom and attempts to get back in bed. Immediately I ask what he just did, and I can see from the look on his face he wishes he would have stayed in bed. At this point, I know that silence is going to kill him from my end as he is use to the sarcasm flowing. So, at 3:45 this morning I am folding clothes. He is folding with me, but there are no words exchanged just the stink eye that I am glaring at him with every t-shirt I fold. By the time we are done, it is truly pointless to go back to bed since I know I am getting up at 5:30 and he needs to be at work. So, on top of the laundry now I am dealing with lack of sleep.
Before anyone says it, I am thankful he helps. Really, I am. But sometimes helping is a pain in my ass. So, yet another thing I am going to add to my resume when I forbid him to wash clothes later today for the 100th time...Laundry Bitch.
LOL... well at least he throws it on the guestroom bed.. he could throw it on your bed... Bill is no longer allowed to wash.. his job is folding.. yep I throw it on the bed for him to fold... he can not climb into bed until they are folded and seeing as how he goes to bed before me..this works!
ReplyDeleteWell, often times Matt will say, "I did some laundry" and I think Wow that's nice of him, but what he really means is he did his work laundry and he will be leaving it in the dryer until I need the dryer for more laundry. at that point I will have to fold it. So I fold it and throw it in his "man den" where his closet is...he can hang it up when he has free time b/c I have none, though he seems to think differently. lol
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