Washing Of The Clothes

There is a battle that brews at my house, it’s an epic battle.

The battle of the dirty laundry and who shall wash them.

This is what I feel should happen….

This is what my husband feels should happen…

In a perfect world, this is the ideal picture….

But in our world this is more what happens…

or more appropriate, the one with the last pair of clean underwear usually gets desperate enough and starts the laundry…or my husband guilt's me into doing it.

The reasons I think my husband should do the laundry….

• he does a superior job at it
• all laundry is done in a timely fashion
• it gets folded and put up while still warm from the dryer

The reasons he feels I should do the laundry are…

• I don’t work and it should be my job.  Even though I stink at doing it and it takes me days to finish what takes him a few hours and it never makes it in drawers or the closet….but it if does, it’s wrinkled because it sat in a basket or on the couch in our room for days on end…..and because I type run-on sentences.

I clearly think I have the better reasons.

Yes, I am a failure at laundry.  BUT, I today am doing it because I am an awesome wife and I am low on underwear.  So I thought I would share with you photos of my almost done laundry!!!!  About three loads left to do….until the boys bring down tons of it they accidently left upstairs…..grrr.

Also, since it’s November and I am thankful for lots in my life, today I am thankful for my washer and dryer!!  Because if I did not have this….

I could be washing clothes like this….