The Best
I just spent the last 45 minutes of my night doing the best thing I can think of doing: watching Grey’s Anatomy with my 2yo sleeping on my lap. Trouble/Bear/CaCa has a tendency to get up in the night and crawl into our bed or onto the couch (depending on how early it is), and tonight she crept out at 11:30pm. What better way to spend my TV-watching night than with my baby sleeping on my lap. The Best.
Open Letter - My Vow to My Husband
Today, I did something shocking. I washed several loads of laundry, folded them, and put them away - in drawers. With the girls awake. I know, I know. As a dutiful housewife, that is my job and duty to my family. But, as I’ve mentioned in the past, I am the suckiest housewife ever. No, I do not need a pat on the back or flowers; just recognition that I’m moving in the right direction.
So as as wife, mother, and sucky housewife, I give you my vow:
I, wife, mother, sucky housewife, do solemnly vow from this day forward,
* to keep your clothes drawers stocked with clean underwear, socks, jeans, sleep pants, t-shirts, and polo shirts. This will avoid early-morning trips to the laundry room where the commencement of digging through ten loads of various person’s clean clothing begins.
* to keep towels stocked in the bathroom as to avoid the need to dry yourself after your shower with an available clean guest towel, hand towel, beach towel, rag towel, or dog cage towel.
* to keep the children’s clothes drawers stocked with clean pajamas, matching outfits, fitting jeans, and age-appropriate clothing. This, too, will avoid early-morning trips to said laundry room (see above), our children from wearing “my parents went to Cozumel and all they brought me was this stinking t-shirt” shirts, and sleep clothes that are dug out from the bottom of the drawers with a “size 3 months” tag.
* to keep my mother/Laundry Fairy from visiting for 4 days and doing laundry for 3.8 of those days.
This, my dear husband, is my solemn swear to you.
All I ask in return (you knew it was coming) is to puuuuhhhhhhleeeeeease do the dishes. I will get them started; I just NEED your teensy tinsy bit of help every day to do the dishes.
I love you, my dear HockeyMan.
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