Looking at the Gift Horse

I promised him when I stayed home his chores would include taking the garbage out, mowing the lawn and cooking an occasional dinner. Today, I laugh in the face of that promise. Apparently I blog too much or something ‘cause I can’t seem to keep that June Cleaver looking house without help. I told Dan I was feeling overwhelmed and needed help with the housework. A housekeeper is not in the budget (we are channeling our funds a different direction, like food and diapers and heat) so my dear husband is doing all the laundry.

In the last month, one brand new wool sweater (never worn) was reduced to an Ella sized piece of felt. Several stains were permanently cooked right into the shirt’s design while in the dryer and I think Ella actually outgrew things before their reappearance from the laundry room. I commented “I don’t have any clean clothes” the reply was “Well, I can’t find where you put your dirty clothes” which I can attest to. He’s washed some weird things. Recently up from the basement I found a load of summer clothes, I think he mistakenly washed a hamper full of shorts and t-shirts I stashed away near the laundry room. Sometimes, he washes all the table cloths and miscellaneous scarves and bath-mats while I am wearing bikini bottoms underneath my jeans. I ask, is it too hard to look in the HAMPER for the dirty clothes? The sock situation is way out of control. I went and bought 12 pair of warm socks for Ella (her feet grew) and have nary a match. I did the math, at roughly 5 min. a day, I loose one full day a year in pursuit of a matching sock.















Dear Sweetest Husband, I love you, I appreciate you and I want you to keep helping but it must be said – you suck at laundry. You need more practice. Love, Bikini Bottomed Wife

(We need socks for Christmas Mom)