Today’s dailyphoto is brought to you by the unfolded laundry sitting in the chair.
If there is one chore that I hate more than the scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming of the daily upkeep of living; it’s laundry. I was babied as a kid all the way through adulthood till the day I moved out. My mom did the laundry.
Everything from sorting and folding socks to getting that nice crease in dress pants. She did it all.
Of course, I never questioned it, “Hey Mom, love you, but can you stop taking care of me? I am a real man now, and I’d like to clean the skid marks out of my own boxers now. Thanks.” Are you kidding me?! I relished every Downy fresh sock, shirt, and pant that magnificent woman washed.
Now I am left to half ass fold my own boxers, bunch up my socks, and find some way to get out the wrinkles. It’s not the same anymore. I wonder if the dry cleaning lady will let me call her mom?
Is this supposed to be a hint to your wife? If it is, too bad. I’m hurting, and if I can’t go on a walk with you and the boys, then I sure as heck can’t do laundry.
p.s. You did not use the word “skidmarks” in this blog. Ew!!
I feel you there man…I hate doing laundry more than any other chore I have to do. I don’t mind dishes or vacuuming or the others, but there is just something about folding laundry that drives me crazy.
When I first moved out I would drop my clothes of at the laundry mat and they would do it for me and fold everything or put it on hangers. It cost $10 or $15 everytime I went there but it was well worth every cent.