Why is it that just because I have a vagina, I am responsible for keeping my family's underwear clean?
We have this fancy shmancy clothes hamper that has 2 separate compartments, one for lights and one for darks. It's supposed to make the whole laundry thing easy peasy one two threesy. Well take a look:
Yes, my husband's dirty clothes are on the floor right next to the hamper. This is a very small pile of dirty clothes. It gets much, much bigger. I gave up on asking him to put the clothes in the hamper a long time ago. I'm not quite sure why it's such a difficult concept, but apparently it's similar to trying to get me to give a blow job.*
And yeah I know that I could just stop doing his laundry, but believe me I've tried this little reverse psychology gem before and you know what it got me? A big old charge to my debit card when my husband went out to buy all new socks and underwear when his were all dirty. Not to mention the guilty conscience of smugly separating my laundry from his. Although with that method, his clothes actually ended up in the hamper instead of next to it.
And then there's my son. He's six and although he's been potty trained for a few years now, he still doesn't quite see the importance of wiping his ass thoroughly (or at all.) I started making him take a bath every time he took a dump and didn't wipe, but that didn't work and it just created a bigger mess for me to clean up. So then I bought those grown-up baby wipes that you can leave in the bathroom for him to try so wiping would be more convenient for him. That seems to work about half the time but I still have the lovely chore of washing his underoos in hot water with bleach every time.
Well, PMS is going great for me this month. As you can plainly see.
* Maybe I should try a surprise BJ to get new carpet?
My Husband is the same way with his laundry. Maybe 10% of it will end up in the laundry basket. I happily wash what ends up in there, but the majority of it piles up on his side of the bed. He actually does his own laundry though when the piles get too big.
ReplyDeleteYesterday I asked my husband, "Honey, which clothes on the closet floor are clean and which are dirty?" He missed the snide tone in my voice and just responded, "The ones next to my suitcase." I stared. He looked confused. I stared some more. He looked more confused. My mom, who was visiting, snickered. He finally caught on and said, "Oh, I can go get them for you if you're doing laundry now." Men.
ReplyDeleteThe Boy did the EXACT same thing last night and we have the same sort of hamper. I just stared at in in disbelief. The reason COMPLETELY eludes me.
ReplyDeleteOkay that would drive me completely insane seeing the clothing in front of the hamper.
ReplyDeleteJust remind DH and your son that PMS is a justifiable defense for manslaughter!!!
Strange how so many otherwise fully functional adults still believe in the laundry fairy. Good luck crushing that fantasy for your hubby and son.
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