The Laundry that Grew a Pair of Legs
As part of an unintentional experiment, I have allowed a mountain of laundry to pile up on our bedroom floor.
I originally pulled it out to separate and throw into the washing machine… but yeah, that never happened.
Instead, it has grown to immeasurable proportions and is beginning to smell like my husband’s college dorm room. Because men have stinky feet, of course.
One would *think* that eventually another inhabitant of this household would take the time to throw a load into the wash. But no, that hasn’t happened.
My lazy 6-month-old and toddler. Sheesh. Why the hell did I have kids if they can’t even keep clean clothes in my closet?
Day after day, the dirty clothes just continue to grow into a monstrous mound, complete with teeth and its own surly growl. It currently has its own moon called “Moron” circling in its orbit.
I frequently hear, “Wow, I’m pretty much out of shirts,” and, “I don’t have any clean socks”.
Then comes the dreaded, “Tamra, underwear has become a family emergency.” Emphasis on that last bit, no joke.
That’s James’ code term for… “Woman, clean the fucking laundry or my underwear, which I’ve been wearing for four consecutive days, is going to rot off my ass and leave bite marks on my delicate skin in its wake”.
You know, since men have no concept of washing the pile of laundry that they simply can’t even get around to lay down on their side of the bed.
I mean, don’t get me wrong, James does do laundry on occasion, but it’s after I specifically say, “Hey honey, can you please wash the white load before I get home tonight?”.
He’s good about it, really. Never complains, and he rarely shrinks one of my favorite shirts or throws a bra into the dryer.
However… when it comes down to the common sense hmmm… maybe I should do a load of laundry since I have no clean clothes and I’m forced to wear a parka to work on a warm day… he is simply, um, lacking in that department.
Men.
*eye roll*
Here comes the true question… should I do the laundry, or see how long it takes my darling husband to wash his own panties?
Current Mood:
Alarmed
March 9th, 2009 at 6:14 pm
All I can say is, if the smell of the dorm room does not include George’s “odeur” then you’re good, wait a few more days!
March 9th, 2009 at 6:32 pm
eh. wait a couple days just to see.
i stopped picking up my husband’s dirty clothes once (all i ask is that he put them in the hamper- then i’ll wash them) and about a week later he goes “geez, i sure am going through a lot of clothes this week, they’re all over the place!” when i informed him that he’s not going through more than usual, i just stopped picking them up- he didn’t have much to say. he’s better at putting his dirty laundry where it belongs now that i leave it where he drops it.
GL getting yours to do it!
March 10th, 2009 at 7:31 am
I have found out that no matter how hard I wish .. guys are not mind readers. My husband and I have an agreement; I do the laundry and he washes the dishes. It took a lot of me getting upset that dishes were still in the sink and no matter how many times I huffed about it DH just wasn’t getting it. He would pick up the one bowl in the sink that he wanted to use, wash it, use it, and then stack it right back on the pile. So I finally sat him down and had to whole .. I need you to do xyz in the house so I can do xyz. It was a compromise but it worked. You could always put a sign on the pile that reads; Wash Me! like you see on cars. hehe
March 10th, 2009 at 7:58 am
Kyle and I also have the laundry/dishes agreement. It’s just easier that way. The thing is, if he sees laundry needs to be done, he’ll do it to help me out. He just thinks that way. I do the same for him. It seems I have the exception, not the rule, thank God for that
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March 15th, 2009 at 7:35 am
Sigh…I tried a dish-washing strike last month. I lasted for over a week, and FINALLY he washed one sink-full. Probably only because I’d run the water into the sink full of dishes, about to capitulate after he washed the crock-pot and then got it dirty again, but then I had to go tend to baby. Now, I’m back to nagging him to at least put the dishes away from the drainer, and leaving the d*mn cheese grater for him to wash because it’s the only thing I can live without longer than he can.
His laundry situation gets pretty bad, too, but unlike Jessica’s, he doesn’t ever “get” it. In fact, it’s so bad that at work, they’ve told him he smells and needs to dress better. OMG, how embarrassing! I did about five loads of laundry this week, doing all his pants and dress shirts after hearing that. Still trying to get him to put his dirty stuff in the hamper.