This afternoon I found myself doing something that felt a little odd...I caught myself stuffing fistfuls of random unpaired socks and underwear into my husbands drawers, almost angrily, and I thought "if an outsider saw me doing this right now they'd think I was one weird bird."
Usually I think I'm pretty healthy, mentally. It's all those other crazy mofos out there with psychological problems that I have to look out for, right? Well, I'm sure there's a psychological disorder where the subject feels like the only sane person, surrounded by lunatics -- since pretty much every other state of being has been classified as a disorder. But generally I think I'm fairly centered.
Well, I used to drink more than I should. But now that I have children I realize that was just a symptom of having way too much free time on my hands.
Anyway, so back to the angry sock drawer incident.
My husband and I both work full time jobs. Thankfully he works only 9-5 (this year), and I telecommute so our work-life balance is quite nice these days. We share the childcare duties pretty much 50/50. Housework and cooking, well, that's pretty much 80% me. I'm not sure how this happened because I don't see how I have more time for it, other than that I telecommute. And we all know that even though I'm working from home that does NOT mean I am napping, doing laundry, grocery shopping, going to the gym, nursing the baby, or having playdates during business hours.
So yeah, I'm home each day which means I can stay in my PJs all day if I wanted to. So for that reason, I do the laundry. But I don't like it. And as a result I take it out on my husband in small but significant ways:
* I will not check pockets. Coins, chapstick, bills, identification, whatever he's got in those pockets is history. If its in the hamper, I assume its laundry-ready, even though I know there's a good chance he's left something meltable or valuable in those pockets.
* I will not turn inside-out socks back outside-right or whatever you would call it. Really, I just don't want to have that much contact with them.
* I will not pair socks.
* Underwear gets lumped with no consideration whatsoever.
* I only allow non-iron dress shirts to enter our household, and I am often hard pressed to remove them from the dryer in time for a truly "semi-pressed" look. After languishing in the cold dryer for a day and a half they often get hung on the back of a chair in our bedroom and not hangers.
I have often thought I'm a bad wifey and I should take more care in doing my husbands laundry. Sometimes I just think I'm a bitch. But really I just don't have time to carefully fold and sort. That being said, when I haphazardly stuffed that fistful of random socks into his drawer today, it felt distinctly demented. Crazed even. At the very least it was an act of mild aggression.
But then I thought, wouldn't it be even crazier if I spent twenty minutes of my already busy day neatly folding socks into pairs and placing his man-panties in neat piles in his drawers?
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Crazy or not, my hubby has the neatest underwear and sock drawers you've ever seen. I would feel bad not to fold it and put it in there, especially since he brings home the bacon and I "don't work". But you should see my sock and underwear drawers... shove, shove, shove. Sorting HIS socks and folding his undies will become the toddler's job as soon as she's capable. Hell, we've already got her doing yard work!
I would go with a yes to the last question. I mean are his arms painted on? Don't loose sleep over it.
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