DIRTY LAUNDRY

On Sunday I was doing laundry – we are talking about a mountain of laundry – and I had separated it in the hallway. My husband comes home and sees it and asks, “What’s that?”

Of course I reply sarcastically, “I know you probably don’t recognize it, but it is called dirty laundry!” He shrugs his shoulders and climbs over it into the bedroom!

Apparently he has an aversion to dirty clothing. This past spring I went on strike and didn’t wash any of his clothes for over a month. I don’t think he even noticed. He had the nerve to put a load of laundry in one time and then say, “Look, I did your laundry.” How does OUR laundry become MY laundry?

One of my biggest pet peeves is that he takes his socks off in the living room and leaves them there! Right in the middle of the floor! I once asked if he had any whites for the washer. I even asked, ”What about your socks right there?” I got absolutely no reply, so I slammed the washer shut and started it sans his socks. Then the next day he asked if I had seen his socks as there weren’t any in the bedroom. I pointed at his socks on the floor and said, “Right there.” He didn’t like that one bit! I swear he is going to come home one day and find his damn socks stapled to the floor!