Where I come off sounding like an ungrateful BIOTCH
So this is the post where I come of soundling like a total ungrateful BITCH...
I have said it many,many times.. When it comes to hubbies..I hit the jackpot.
My man can bring home the bacon...fry it up in a pan... & never ever ever let you forget he's a man....Oooo ya...
But when it comes to laundry...
he SUCKS.
There is just no nice way to say it... I have tried
N I C E..
"wow, honey...good job... he he he...but normally I don't throw all of the clothes in the dryer... Oh my wool sweater?- you washed that too?--- How about I do all of the laundry...ALL of the TIME? ..k. mmm hmmmm...." (wink wink SMIIIILE)
...NICE didn't work.
After being gone working all weekend... I come home to a mostly SPOTLESS house... .. Opened my wash machine to find
THIS
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---------------------->this morning... by the smell of
it... I am guessing he threw everything in on Sat. morning.. & then let it sit WET for 2 days.
...
I don't think I have the capability to draw on the pictures.. or I would do little arrows to what I am talking about....
First picture...
notice the little scraps of paper all around the grey bit? At first glance I am guessing TISSUE or Candy wrappers... maybe BOTH...
Um ya, that would be the RED Christmas table cloth, along with my BRA...Dane's jeans...
On further inspection I see, yes indeed it WAS a candy wrapper...KitKat to be exact...
Ooooo would that be a "white" towel... with the black socks, red table cloth, jeans... the children's Merino Wool underwear at
$70 a freaking pair...
& mommy's BRA...
yes... yes it would be.
so let this be a public warning OL'BLUE EYES.... you.TOUCH. MY. washing machine AGAIN.... I am TAKING YOU DOWN... (& NOT in a good way)
Or better yet... I will go out & replace EVERYTHING ...sale or no sale... OUCH...
Comments
Hope nothing is ruined though...replacing that business a la norsk is not cheap. Ikke i det hele tatt.
Which reminds me I left my white, wool sweater behind across the wee pond this morning! Man am I glad he only does laundry on weekends! To be fair though, I think wool is the only thing he's capable of messing up, although I've never left a bra in the laundry bin - yet!
I am thinking that you need to take him off laundry duty. Maybe you can teach Dane how to do it correctly...your future daughter in law will thank you :-)
In our 14 years of marriage hubs has ruined 1 wool sweater which went from a men's XL to a child's size 6...seriously...a dry clean only Coldwater Creek dress...and one load of whites where he threw in his red/white Wisconsin badger socks. After a few lessons and the speech about erring on the side of non-dryable and cold water, he does laundry all the time :-)
You need to convince him that "no" means "no" but you might want to get some of those shout color out sheets. They are supposed to trap the colors in the water onto the sheet so that they don't contaminate the rest of the clothing. Might help a bit.
Btw, bwha, ha,ha,ha,ha!!! (you crack me up!)
As punishment if he ever errs again, you will hit him where it really hurts...the wallet!
He does his.
I do mine.
I do 'ours'. (sheets, towels, anything he doesn't want to deal with)
It works ok. Mostly. At least i know my bras are safe.
He also does the dishes (I cook) though he likes to let things 'soak' in the sink, which is his way of saying "I don't want to scrub this pot so it will sit here for you to do, Karla".
I think I would kill him if he dared to do my laundry, and, now, vice versa.
He does his.
I do mine.
I do 'ours'. (sheets, towels, anything he doesn't want to deal with)
It works ok. Mostly. At least i know my bras are safe.
He also does the dishes (I cook) though he likes to let things 'soak' in the sink, which is his way of saying "I don't want to scrub this pot so it will sit here for you to do, Karla".
I think I would kill him if he dared to do my laundry, and, now, vice versa.
My husband was in the U.S. Navy at the time and that gum stuck to his uniform...nothing else in the laundry, just his $70 uniform...all five sets.
This happened at least twice before we got in the habit of checking pockets.