While the Girl and I were driving back from our 4 day road trip on Monday we called the HH to give him our ETA and to check in. He said he was “doing the wash, washing dishes and cleaning up.”
Cool beans, I thought to myself. I’m going to walk in the house and the whole place is going to be nice and clean.
And it was, for the most part.
Well, except for the laundry room.
Apparently this is my husband’s version of “doing the laundry”.
I like how he removed the link from the dryer and then left it on the counter for the magical fairies to take it away.
Folding laundry perhaps?
Which is odd. Because the only thing in our dresser is socks and underwear and I don’t fold those. Every other article of clothing we own is hung in the closet.
After 22 years…how has he not noticed that?
And my personal favorite.
The clothes are clean, so let’s throw them on the floor.
So ya. Welcome home. 🙂 🙂 🙂
P.S. Who does the laundry in your home?