It seems lately most of my everyday adventures have been in some way or another to do with clothes. When Andy and I got home from a wonderful holiday vacay in Florida with my family, there was a huge over flowing laundry basket staring me right in the eyes! I just couldn’t believe how much there was to do, since I could have sworn I did it all before I left! Then at a closer glance I noticed they were all over sized, smelly, and Andy’s. So for me this meant getting right back into my stay at home fiancée duties.
After hours and hours of washing clothes that once had been wet with sweat and now just smelled soured, I neatly folded the manly strips of cotton and went to putting them away. Now, since I have moved in, I must say, I have taken over my fair share of the only mini closet in our apartment, along with most of the space under the bed, with my clothes. This said, I have made it my duty to make sure Andy’s clothes are washed, perfectively folded, and organized in his designated clothes space. But no more!!
After months of playing Suzy housewife I have had enough. Every time I fold all his clothes, down to his extremely long black socks to his little European boxer shorts, he seems to destroy my neat organized stacks! I made a jean stack, t-shirt stack, workout/ bathing suit stack, and underwear stack, not including the hanging of all his collared shirts. Then, when on the prowl for one pair of spandex biker shorts, he manages to ruin all the stacks and even, somehow, manages to un-hang a few shirts in the process! It is as if he purposefully attacks his clothes like a dog attacks the yard for a buried bone! It is unreal! The rage just explodes from me when I see him open his side of the closet in search of something to wear. I now know how my mom must have felt when she washed and folded the laundry and watched us destroy her precious time in the swift motion of grabbing a shirt at the bottom of a neatly folded stack of clothes! I suppose the saying is true... “what goes around comes around”!
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