Musing on a husband who cleans my drawers.
I came into our bedroom Saturday afternoon and my husband was kneeling, folding and organizing my armoire.
He looked peevish.
(So I didn’t think it was Day 12 of the Love Dare Challenge.)
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I planned to organize my clothes all week. This resulted in a pile of jumbled bathing suits, exercise gear, shirts, and shorts about three feet high in front of this particular piece.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Some of you might think it doesn’t look that neat.
That’s because its contents have been under my control for the last 24 hours.
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Yesterday my daughter came in our room and said, “Wow. What happened in here?”
I don’t know whether to feel relieved, humbled or neutered.
What woman can’t organize her underwear?
Me.
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And it seems like there is a lot to organize.
Finding eight black bikini bottoms, he said, “I don’t know if this was because of different life stages, different fitness levels.”
I pointed to one and said I never wear that one because my rear hangs out.
“Then why the heck is it still in here?”
Okay. Fair point. (I paid a lot of money for it, that’s why.)
Then he said, “I found so much running gear it was like it was the athletic locker for the Nigerian women’s track team.”
What can I say? I’ve been running along time and I take care of my clothes when laundering. I just have trouble putting them away.
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I do not like it when my husband gets in my drawers.
I do not like it in the rain, I do not like it on a train.
No, I do not like it Sam-I-am.
Does your significantly-organized other ever go through your closet?
Hell no. My house could be fashioned out of piles of clothes. They could be spewed everywhere. They can be all over my living room (like they are now) and he wouldn’t lift a finger. Anything resembling fabric is clearly my responsibility..just like garbage is his.
But isn’t it exhausting? Clothes exhaust me. You are a saint Ginger, period.
Clothes exhaust me too, Jaime. I can wash two loads of laundry (ahem, my husband will wash two loads of laundry), and they will still be in a hamper for me to fold and put away weeks later. I just hate it, I tell ya. I really do.
Thanks for sharing! 🙂
Daphne
My mom just handled it like a trooper. But I honestly don’t think we had as many clothes. I think I’m going to give away stuff.
Im going to tell you something that I can’t send out into the interverse. Check your facebook messages.
So much more to say. Perhaps a full interview with me about general household maintenance would be in order.
Yeah, Sarge just retired and has been reorganizing the entire house “to help me out.” I am feeling your pain and I am also humiliated about his need to help me get a handle on it all.
Wow. That’s a big change, Dona.I completely agree with knowing you need help but feeling that’s somehow a failing. Enjoy having yur home — organizing away.
Olkey Dokey Johnny. We’ll save that for a slow news day.