Day Thirty-nine: What Laundry?
OR Day Thirty-nine: When Wende Pushes Buttons—Just not the buttons on the washing machine.
Iz: “Hmm. . .”
Me: “What’s up?”
IZ: “Yea, I could have sworn I had another pair of underwear in this drawer. . . ”
Me: “Not likely, considering I’ve not done laundry in what? Ages?”
IZ: “No, I’m sure I saw a pair.”
Me: “Well, I could give you a pair of mine.”
I know when I suggest this he’s going to go into fit. The man has clearly defined boundaries when it comes to clothing—he’ll give up a sweater if we’re out and I get really cold because he’s gallant like that. But, otherwise, it’s a “hand’s off” policy and absolutely no sharing! Â It’s officially called the “No touchy my laundry” Doctrine. I’m not even allowed to parade around in his button-down Oxfords that he never wears to work. He’s a quasi-only child and I blame this on never being compelled to share anything!
Recently, he  came into my studio, discovered one of his shirts hanging on the back of a door and demanded, “Uh, what are you doing with this?!”  He had left it for me  because it had a stain, but days later it’s me stealing his clothing. VERBOTEN!
So, you can understand why I take a certain amount of glee in this… right? Or, am I just a really bad wife?
IZ: shoots me one of his patented “if looks could kill you’d be seriously maimed” glares.
Me: “So, that would be a NO on the underwear?”
IZ: “That’s wrong. That’s all kinds of wrong.”
Me: “What? Come on, it’s underwear. Besides, I hear some guys kinda like it.”
IZ: “There’s something seriously wrong with YOU.”
Ok, he didn’t actually say that last line. He said things I can’t type that implied it. And so, I’m cleaning things up for him because my kid sometimes reads this blog and I’m already in hot water for not doing the laundry. In my defense, it’s a known fact that some men wear girl’s underwear—and I’d certainly wear a pair of his if I ran of clean undies, Doctrine be damned! It’s not that out of the realm of possible, is it?
Me: “So, I guess that means I should do the laundry?”
In retrospect I think it means I’m a really bad wife.
Day Thirty-nine: It’s officially Laundry Day.
I can’t believe you are airing our dirty laundry so publicly. How DARE you! 😉
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hahahahah… ~W
I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s bad about doing laundry!
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I’m the worst. It’s such a chore! ~W
I love “dirty laundry.” And you have reminded me that I have laundry to fold in the dryer. My husband has accidentally worn my tee-shirts which have looked ridiculous on him. Did he not notice they were two sizes too small??
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You’re so tiny, I can’t see how he made that mistake!! It must have been early in the morning. 😀 ~W
In my house, it’s the KIDS who complain when Mom isn’t up to date on the laundry. They, too, accuse me of stealing! 😉
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Heh… I am attempting to train my teenage son to do his own. It consists of me harping that he needs to do it, nagging that he needs to move the laundry to the drier, nagging some more to get it folded and put away. His future wife will thank me. I hope. ~W
Totally giggling.
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I think you might be one of the few people who get my humor. : D~W