Recently I spent several weeks off my feet - so I had to depend on my husband for cooking and cleaning. He's a decent cook, and a better cleaner than I am. But he is a terror at the laundry. Years ago I carefully labelled two bins: Dark and Light. Is that so hard to understand? Well, except maybe a few in between shades like light grey and some tans. When I was feeling too miserable to do anything about it I just let him do the laundry without any input. Then I started to feel a bit better and I reminded him about the sorting. Now I am OK for all chores except heavy duty things like swabbing the tile floors. So what did I find (again) a few minutes ago? The dryer dinged the end of it's cycle. This morning I checked and there wasn't enough of either dark or light for a load. Hubby had struck again! I went to hang and fold the clean laundry. Of course I found one of my favorite light colored tops in the same load as jeans! He had again washed everything together (except for the "tidy whities" which he ignored). Should I hide the laundry soap from him? Should I just wear the tan slacks tinged with a slight pink blush? Should I go shopping and replace the damaged clothes with full priced designer labels?
What about when he stops the dishwasher because it's not overloaded yet and the dishes will still get clean? And when I am stir-frying and he is using spray cleaner on the stove at the same time lest a spot of oil get on the surface? I have had to re-wash glasses by hand, use a fingernail to scrape off the last bit of food from plates, put ointment on his hand when hot oil splattered on the hand. I have tried to just leave dishes ignored, smacked his hand with a wooden spoon and just plain lost my temper.
PLEASE HONEY DON'T!
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