We have had some seriously weird laundry moments in the house this past week and I thought I would share them for your blogging enjoyment. First, you should know that we have a fabulous division of labor here in the Diaper Diaries household when it comes to laundry. The hubby washes, I fold and put away. We are both doing the part we don’t mind and avoiding the thing we loathe, so it works well.
On an interesting side note, I am not sure how many hubbies are doing the bulk of the laundry, but I always thought it was more of a woman’s job (not that you aren’t incredibly manly babe, I just think you are the exception to the rule). That being said, when I searched for clip art of laundry, most of the pictures were of men doing laundry. I find that odd, but refreshing.
- Why is it that my hubby (whom I adore) has a hamper disorder in which he frequently puts his clothes near, around or upon the hamper, but rarely in it? I have heard from other women that this is possibly Y-linked chromosomal disorder and I plead with the genetic researchers of our world to work on discovering a cure ASAP.
- You know it is time to do laundry when you happen upon your hubby coming out of the shower and proceeding to dry off with a small hooded towel for the baby.
- You know you do laundry far too infrequently when you finally do all the loads and you realize you have no hangers/room in your drawers for your clothes.
- It is always fun to fold a large pile of laundry only to get distracted away from your pile and later find your one year old carrying around a pair of your leopard print undies and snuggling it like some sort of blankie (way, way, way too much info, but sadly they are the only “racy” ones I own).
- Speaking of undies (please stop me) is it sad that it bothers me to no end that it is Monday, but after my daughter’s bath the only clean undies I could find were her “Thursday” days of the week undies? Since she has gone to bed, I have folded other pairs of her undies and really want to go in there and change them in her sleep.
I am highly embarassed at these confessions and I just know the hubby is going to read this and use that dreaded word he has been using since we met. “Sweety, you need to use some DISCRETION.” So, please leave a comment with your own laundry confessional so I will feel better and the hubby will realize there is something oddly theraptutic about airing all of our “dirty laundry” (so, so sorry for that; couldn’t resist)