The Importance of Whites
Yesterday morning, Hubby asks me, "are there whites in the dryer in transit?" To which I replied, "yes."
When he asks this question, it usually means his white t-shirt drawer is dwindling and I need to hop to it and have those whites folded and in the drawer. It is a not very subtle way of telling me that I am slacking in the laundry department.
Hubby is going out of town today through Friday. Business? You could call it that. It is officially termed a "corporate retreat." He is going deep sea fishing in the Gulf of Mexico.
For some reason, I thought he might need his white t-shirt drawer replenished before his trip, so I cut my morning workout short, fluffed the laundry and folded the clothes, put them away. When I informed him, his response, "Oh, I won't need them until next week."
ARGH!!! So what was the big deal yesterday morning? Why even comment if you will not need them for at least 5 more days? It's not like laundry is top on my list of things that have to be done this very instant. Not this week. Not when he is going out of town, I have a paper due for my class on Thursday, I am swamped at work trying to redo my performance reviews, closing the books for May, wrapping up the performance review analysis to determine raises and bonuses, trying to get yet another new company through the bonding process, trying to get our main company a large bid bond. Oh, yes, and I have an appointment on Friday with the ob, our son is going to soccer camp each day this week, and hubby wants me to schedule a playdate Friday morning with a neighbor. And yet I am still supposed to work 45-50 hr/wk, do the laundry, be sure we have a stocked refrigerator, make sure the ice container is full, and take of our son all while he is on a f'ing corporate retreat. Oh, yeah, and plan our vacation in less than two weeks.
Have you ever told your significant other exactly how much he or she is grating on your very last nerve at this moment?
When he asks this question, it usually means his white t-shirt drawer is dwindling and I need to hop to it and have those whites folded and in the drawer. It is a not very subtle way of telling me that I am slacking in the laundry department.
Hubby is going out of town today through Friday. Business? You could call it that. It is officially termed a "corporate retreat." He is going deep sea fishing in the Gulf of Mexico.
For some reason, I thought he might need his white t-shirt drawer replenished before his trip, so I cut my morning workout short, fluffed the laundry and folded the clothes, put them away. When I informed him, his response, "Oh, I won't need them until next week."
ARGH!!! So what was the big deal yesterday morning? Why even comment if you will not need them for at least 5 more days? It's not like laundry is top on my list of things that have to be done this very instant. Not this week. Not when he is going out of town, I have a paper due for my class on Thursday, I am swamped at work trying to redo my performance reviews, closing the books for May, wrapping up the performance review analysis to determine raises and bonuses, trying to get yet another new company through the bonding process, trying to get our main company a large bid bond. Oh, yes, and I have an appointment on Friday with the ob, our son is going to soccer camp each day this week, and hubby wants me to schedule a playdate Friday morning with a neighbor. And yet I am still supposed to work 45-50 hr/wk, do the laundry, be sure we have a stocked refrigerator, make sure the ice container is full, and take of our son all while he is on a f'ing corporate retreat. Oh, yeah, and plan our vacation in less than two weeks.
Have you ever told your significant other exactly how much he or she is grating on your very last nerve at this moment?
3 Comments:
Do you really want the answer to this question?
I was in your shoes 2 weeks ago - Joey's business has been nuts for the past year and just didn't seem to be letting up any, and I was sick of doing it all...not to mention sick of being lonely too.
I will say that speaking my mind did get his attention. I think men don't really get it sometimes that we are overwhelmed...it takes a good stiff smack sometimes for them to get with the program.
Hugs - hang in there, chica!
Why yes, there are whites intransit. When you hear the dryer buzz, feel free to get them out and fold them.
Criminey...
Speaking of laundry - there are about six loads that need to be done around here.
Not to mention, why doesn't he get off his arse to wash them if it's so important? ;)
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