Fifteen In Three

That is the number of loads of laundry that were done over the span of three days. Apparently when you get three sick people all carrying the flu virus you certainly can dirty 15 loads of laundry. Of course some of it is just because I felt so dirty that I needed to throw almost everything in sight in the laundry basket, but still . . .

So here's the deal. I don't mind doing laundry. In fact in some sick way, I find it almost therapeutic. It is the one chore around this house that I do all the time without complaint . . . even ask Brian . . . he would tell you the same thing. In fact I enjoy doing the laundry so much that I sometimes become possessive of it. I have issues when Brian tries to help because - well let's just be honest here - he doesn't do it right. I have even bigger issues when the kids try and help because - honestly if I don't think Brian does it right, the kids most certainly do not do it right.

So . . . I get home from work on Friday and I noticed that all the hampers were empty. GASP Brian had done the laundry . . . instead of cuddling our sick daughter and tending to her needs, he chose to do the laundry instead - I mean who does that??? Ahem

I went about my evening tending to the kids and putting them to bed (Brian was chaperoning a dance at school). It wasn't until late in the evening that I actually entered our bedroom. Holy hell . . . what a sight to behold. It was like the hamper blew up and spit out the clothes all over our bedroom. There was clothes hanging in the doorways, pants draped over the doors, clothes all over the bed, clothes on the floor.

As I looked around I began to notice something strange. The only clothes I could see of Brian's were ones that were obviously wet and hanging up to dry . . . HOWEVER . . . my clothes were everywhere . . . wet, dry, folded, hanging. That's when it hit me . . . he put all of his dry, folded clothes away nicely where they belonged and left mine all sitting in a heap on the bed.

What?!?! Let me tell you . . . I had a serious talk. I sat those clothes right down and told them that the next time my wonderful husband decides to take it upon himself to do the laundry, fold them up and place them in my drawers . . . to NOT sneakily climb out when he's not looking and heap themselves up on the bed!! Really . . .