As we speak, I have a small mountain of clothes sitting on our couch. Unfolded and probably wrinkled by this time. I also have a load in the dryer AND a load in the washer. Laundry is the bain of my existence. I don't like it and I'm pretty sure it doesn't like me. So much so that I refuse to do my husbands laudry. Now, if you know me then you might already know this little tid bit about me. If not, then let me let you in on a little factoid about my allergy to said laundry.
I'm not a bra burner or feminist in the least. (However I do think I could have been a hippy in my past life but that's a whole other can of worms). My mom being the wonderful mother she is, taught us at an early age to do our own laundry. I commend her for that and have actually started getting my 3 y/o in on the action as well. So I have been doing laundry for-ev-er. I dreaded the day when I was going to have to get married and do the laundry for a whole entire family. So I thought, I'm just not going to do it. Thankfully, I married a man who had been well taught by his own mom how to do laundry (thank you Janelle!!) I made it clear to him before we were married that I would do all the housework ect..but I absolutely, without a doubt, would not be taking on all the laundry. I put my foot down and that was that. It really didn't go quite like that but something to that effect. He has never really cared whether I did his laundry or not. He has always done it himself so it wasn't any big deal. Which was great for me!
So one fine day I decide I'm going to do his laundry for him. I took great care in seperating all the clothes, washing, drying and putting them in their own little piles. Then I go to tuck them away in his drawers and that's when I saw it. I had never been in my husbands drawers because, well, there was no need to. I open the drawer and was blinded by bright lights and singing angels. Every single sock was neatly paired with it's EXACT match. All of his unmentionables folded precisely and laid gently in his drawer. It was as if Martha Stewart had been there but failed to organize anything else in my home but my husbands drawer. I freaked. I open my drawer and stood there looking at the mess that is my 'unmentionables' drawer then looking back at his. Then I look at the pile of clothes I had folded for him. I knew the socks didn't match and the 'others' weren't folded. So I paniked. I threw them in and ran. Contemplating on whether or not I even knew my husband at all! Later that evening my husband arrived home and was quick to notice the not so fine job I had done of putting his laundry away. He said something to the effect of how none of his socks match and that I wasn't allowed to do his laundry ever again. And that, my friends, is another reason why I will not do my own beloved's laundry. A) I don't think he'd let me and B) I simply don't and wouldn't take the time to put it away with such precision and care. That's what makes him so wonderful though. He doesn't just do this with his laundry but everything he does in life. He takes great care and pride in all he does and that's what makes me happy that he's my hunk of a man.
So tonight I will be going home and restarting the dryer. Then I will sit on the couch next to the mountain of clothes and enjoy an evening with my husband and son. Because that's what I do best. It's good to take some time out of life to ignore the chores and spend some q.t. with your family. It's good for the soul. So go ahead and ignore your chores tonight. Just tell your spouse I said you could, I'm sure they'll understand.
Love,
The Mrs.
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